The Place I’m In. A poem.
Atmospheric periphery Horizon where oxygen thins Light and dark, yang and yin Moonlight shines upon the rim Skirting stars and floating things Reflects the place and state I’m in Continue reading The Place I’m In. A poem.
Atmospheric periphery Horizon where oxygen thins Light and dark, yang and yin Moonlight shines upon the rim Skirting stars and floating things Reflects the place and state I’m in Continue reading The Place I’m In. A poem.
My teenage son, Padawan-Nerd-in-Training, stayed over on the weekend (as he does every weekend, so nothing new there). Padawan is a YouTube fan and has a number of channels he subscribes to. I, being an antiquated, internet hating has-been, try to avoid anything internet related other than this blog. Padawan showed me a few videos that were really interesting, about why crap videos and news stories attract so much internet attention. This video talks about the theory behind clickbait, fake news headlines and human behaviour: For more about clickbait, the YouTube algorithm and why we as an audience click particular types of stories, check this video … Continue reading Clickbait! The what’s and wherefore’s
This is a uni piece I wrote some time ago. It was meant to be a letter to a friend about something I was very serious or concerned about, using real referenced materials. I went with satire and irony. Continue reading Letter to a Facebook Friend
My pocket is the doorway to my soul. Or it could be, if I didn’t clean it out as much. Here’s my ode to the humble pocket. Continue reading Pocket. A Poem.
I will forever adore the Haiku and its mystical 5/7/5 syllable structure. Here are three I composed this morning. Continue reading Trois Haiku
Here’s a poem about my love/hate relationship with Summer. In Australia it’s over for another year.
Winter is coming 😉 Continue reading Summer. A poem.
I once found a pair of brand new sunglasses in an elevator. Rather than turn them in, I decided to keep them (terrible of me, I know).
They change the shape of my face when I wear them, almost making me a different person. When they’re on, I almost have a sense of increased confidence and lessened anxiety. Does that happen with you, too? Continue reading Shades. A poem.
I wished I wanted I needed My love to be more than I needed I wanted I wished Another poetic experiment. I like this one. Continue reading I. A poem.
A poem about the misguided affairs of the heart. Swept up and swept away, never thinking about the real price you pay. Continue reading Well Met. A Poem.
Album: Integrity Blues Band: Jimmy Eat World Label: RCA records (Sony) Length: 11 songs, 47 minutes Summary: Deep and thoughtful, dark-edged alt-rock from the fan favourites Jimmy Eat World is an American alt-rock band hailing from Arizona. Darlings of the alt-rock and … Continue reading Integrity Blues: Jimmy Eat World (album review)
The sum of all regrets Like dew drops in my hand Drying in the morning sun And leaving nothing left But the air I breathed That filled me up Was good enough Good enough Continue reading Absolution. A Poem.
The angry tide The beach swept clean Refuse returned to the slumber of the sea The frozen snows Such bitter cold Ground disguised, glistening winter freeze The haunted house All empty rooms Cavities and mouldings hold mysteries The ocean ship Pitches, rolls away The storm that blows onward drunkenly All these things Broil and seethe In relentless dreams I drown, I scream I dream about all sorts of stuff. I know you do too. Care to share? Continue reading Scream. A Poem Of Dreams.
Today’s poem is about love, connection, and touch. Continue reading Feel. A poem.
I felt the rain more deeply than ever before It flowed like chaotic capillaries down my face It mingled with tears, a salty, alchemical mix It touched my tongue, combined saliva and cotton mouth It washed me clean of tragic irony and bittersweet regret And when it stopped I stood there dripping, alone as always Contemplating when it would fall on me again Would I accept its cold, cleansing embrace Or would I shrink away to a warmer, dryer place This poem is another experiment for me. I’ve been trying out different free verse structures and meters, and … Continue reading Rain. A Poem.
Following is an email from Steph Spector, director of contests and conferences at Gotham Writers Workshop. If you’re a new writer and would like to enter this competition, click on the link below. Hi Steve! Gotham Writers Workshop (is a) creative writing school based in New York City and online. I’m on Steve Still Standing because I was searching for writing blogs on WordPress, and yours came up. I was reading some of your poetry—it seems like you’re passionate about the craft of storytelling, and I thought you might be interested in sharing Gotham’s newest creative writing contest with your followers. … Continue reading Be The Hero Contest (Gotham Writers Workshop)