Blade Runner 2049. A movie review.
Spoilers? Don’t think so. Okay, so you saw the trailers and it looked interesting. Maybe you were interested enough to stream the original 1982 Blade Runner (actually one of the four director’s cuts, because the original with the horrible Harrison … Continue reading Blade Runner 2049. A movie review.
Breath. A book review.
Tim Winton’s Breath is the kind of book that challenges your thinking about what it means to be a writer. Winton’s prose flows like poetry, with immaculate meter and dialectal mastery. Breath makes me ashamed to say I’m a writer, … Continue reading Breath. A book review.
Justice League: the newest trailer ROCKS!
The newest Justice League trailer has dropped. And it is AWESOME. Check it out: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=r9-DM9uBtVI I am so looking forward to this movie, out in November. Cheers Steve 🙂 Continue reading Justice League: the newest trailer ROCKS!
Every Word. A poem and a thank you.
Every laboured keystroke, every considered verb and noun. Every gritted mental blank, every meaning so profound. Every silken metaphor, every glorious turn of phrase. Every underlying message, every edit, every change. Every keystroke, every line, ever thankful every day. Every joy I write that lies within, that flowers on every page. Thank you. . This poem is a thank you to all of my readers. Everything I do is for you. Cheers Steve 🙂 Continue reading Every Word. A poem and a thank you.
Flip That Switch. A poem.
Shut me down, flip that switch. Turn out my lights and hear me Breathe my final maudlin death rattle. You have such a way with words, you kill me every time. Every. Time. Continue reading Flip That Switch. A poem.
Haiku Friday. Three haikus in a row.
Congregation This congregation What secrets are kept in here Hidden agendas Tai Chi Slow and graceful moves All mindfulness and mystique Far too many forms Prayer Bend my knee to Thou Communicate by steeple Wait for an answer . If you’ve followed me for a while you will know I absolutely love Japanese Haiku, with its 5/7/5 syllable structure. Here’s a few I wrote recently. I think I’ll make Haiku Friday my ‘thing’ for Fridays. Just because. Cheers Steve 🙂 PS Want to read some more Haiku? Whereku? Hereku. Continue reading Haiku Friday. Three haikus in a row.
American Assassin. A Movie Review.
Minimal spoilers. But it won’t matter much, because you know what’s gonna happen before it happens anyway. I was dragged along to see American Assassin. My best mate paid for the ticket, and it got me out of the house, … Continue reading American Assassin. A Movie Review.
Window. A poem.
She’s seated before a window, sun highlighting shiny diamonds in her hair. Her fingers are flamingoes on her smart phone, a wily dance sped up to double speed, of muscle memory and familiar keys. Lips as full as pillows that I long to cushion with my own, and the dress she wears hugs contours of which I am so painfully aware. Her eyes escape to velvet shores and silken sheets upon the beach, and I must look away too soon, lest she see me here. Scant feet separate us and small talk fills the space between, all luscious notes and … Continue reading Window. A poem.
Shoulder. A poem.
Shoulder Lean You Me Weight Lifted Smile Shoulder Lean … Continue reading Shoulder. A poem.
Online Dating Sellout
Okay, okay. I admit it. I sold out. I downloaded Tinder. If you have read my previous online dating posts (here, here, here, here and here), you’ll know that I was vehemently opposed to Tinder because of the considerably biased rep the poor app, and its users, have (note how I am now sounding more sympathetic). I didn’t want to be seen as someone just looking to ‘hook up’, and being a Christian, it was doubly inappropriate. Well, I have now tried the Tinder experience and I can say that my opinion is pleasantly changed (read: eat humble pie). I … Continue reading Online Dating Sellout
Superhot. A poem.
My iPhone is an older model…by a lot. The outside’s looking dated and she’s slower than she was. I’m thinking of trading up, because the new model is superhot. Was a time when I couldn’t take my hands off her, when my fingers traced her delicate contours. She was at my beck and call. Some kind of mystical allure, of that you can be sure. But lately she seems a little…old hat. Dressed her up in fine new clothes and that seemed to work a bit, but the magic, my friend, is long, long gone. Now, this is all I’m left … Continue reading Superhot. A poem.
Talk To Me. A poem.
Please, talk to me, even if my foot is lodged constantly in my mouth. Your voice soothes my butterfly heart and lifts me to a higher plane on which I soar. Continue reading Talk To Me. A poem.
The Flame. A poem.
The flame burns like phosphor, ignited and soaring by degrees: The passion, the anger (and the shame). The flame, super luminal intensity, burns me up, turns me ashen. (For how long will I shine before the all too brief spark burns low and fades? How long before the darkness encroaches again?) The flame wakes me from listlessness, brings me to back to life, again and again. Light me up, turn me on, and never fade away. Continue reading The Flame. A poem.
The Laidback DM #12 – Free Village Map!
Time for another of my irregular Laidback DM posts, and a new free map! Map drawing for D&D adventures is my thang. I now have far too many maps, so I’m giving them away free each week. This week: Village … Continue reading The Laidback DM #12 – Free Village Map!
Acquiesce. A poem.
Acquiesce to the night’s probing fingers, an invitation given without betrayal. Shake and stutter in these jealous hills and vales. Writhe in a cave of dream-inspired torment, until dawn awakes the feeble sleeper and time restarts; a clock has no end. Continue reading Acquiesce. A poem.
