Poem: Hoarder – 08/10/20

He hoards not objects, not physical implements but emotions, he caresses them, they express their feelings heard and meant. But he greedily takes these from others, swipe, snatch, grab, one hand carries the contents of another’s heavy heart, another carries pain and loathing in the other hand which seems it shan’t ever [...]

Poem: Lantern – 04/10/20

I try to light the way for myself, only me at the present, for myself I can only take responsibility, but maybe in the future I’ll brighten the paths of others, allowing them to feel illumination from my positive attitude and candour. I smile and I dance into my path of least resistance, of least duress, the lantern which dangles from my wrist [...]

Poem: Rolling Waves and Green Pastures – 02/10/20

Rolling waves in my mind pass by, sumptuous, decadent, tidal, in their own time, I smile to myself as I feel the ebb and the flow of my thoughts travel singularly then as one, a conglomeration of multitudes, my will, coming along so beautifully, they could temporarily stun. This is my time, my springtime of my middle youth, where I have now grown and prematurely gone to pasture and I am taking in all I can [...]

Poem: Doubt – 29/09/20

Doubt niggles at me, pokes and gently prods as though irritating me to look at it. To understand my imperfections, my soul’s tiredness at having to point out these flaws, how did I become I not worthy enough for the Universe? But it’s nothing to do with that, it has everything do with my perception, the way I look up to appreciate the heavens, [...]

Prose: Chirping Crickets – 26/09/20

Male crickets chirp, signalling their romantic calamity. They know what they are seeking, whom they are aiming to have come into their world. But crickets; crickets, crickets, don’t we downplay their communication, a meaning of nothingness following a comment meant to be poignant or profound. I used to love crickets as a child. I would hunt them for hours on end, following the sounds [...]

Poem: Better – 25/09/20

The rain pitter-patters against the window reminding me of the melancholy I used to feel, but now I am developing myself, I am fusing myself together, redetermining self-worth. I need not chase the opinions high nor low of yonder words to come, need not seek the approval of critical strangers, or unkind people who I’m not close with, why, shouldn’t they matter [...]