Wandering Wonderer

I spend too much time thinking. Not enough time doing. I wonder about this world, in ways that don’t fit with my normalised life. I’d like to be a wonderer, a person paid to just sit and wonder about everything, imagine anything and write and create the whirls of wonder that travel through me. I…

Busy bodies

Like little bees, always doing. The busy lives and the bodies keep moving. When self-reflect is too a dangerous a pool to peer in. The busy bodies never see their own reflection. People who for some reason find it impossible to think about themselves, and so really be themselves, try to make up for not…

Angel Breath

Snow flurry Angel breath Falls, calmly Causes death Storm looms Chaos Life resumes No loss.

Novel beginnings

Feedback welcome on the novel I am writing, here are the first two chapters… Chapter One ~ A Fragment   We are standing on our edges. My edge is always The Bridge over the river, at the mouth of the sea. Arms outstretched, faces to the sky. It may look like we are going to…

What sort of people get lost in ego?

People with cars gliding atop the streets we walk, like private movie stars. Like an added layer of mechanicalism, protection for your body-robot. But what do cars do for the soul? The journey can be therapeutic. As a child I would watch the stars and let the car-radio music move my mind. But that was…

Pollyana Empath

I separate I’m thinning My mind is being sucked from my body My eyes stay on my face Fear fear, every little crack, everything I lack Stay sweet child, I beg you please stay What despicable inadequacies did I do To end up in the dark The crumbling The no way back Please, distant angels…

A Lost Chapter

On the 8.05 train I try to sit and think of nothingness. It doesn’t help when everywhere I look, people are rushing. Back and forward like ants, here and there like wandering nomads. Going everywhere, getting nowhere. Never stopping, always moving, always plugged in. The mouths are busy talking, the fingers busy texting. Ears plugged…