Day 226
It’s dark in the office. Late afternoon. The ceiling light isn’t on, just the angle-poise above my desk. The sun is already dipping below the houses in the street, and… Continue Reading
Browsing Category: Poetry
Day 221
I made a big mistake yesterday for which I beg forgiveness. I did something I tell people never to do. I didn’t listen. I got some feedback on yesterday’s scribbled… Continue Reading
Day 220
PAST the past can not be undone not by dictators nor tyrants nor the historians of empires who may rewrite history nor failing memory the past is a fact it… Continue Reading
Day 213
HISTORY Were we the first, Were we really the first At anything? To write of one Thing or another, to think a Specific thought, ask a particular Question, and fill… Continue Reading
Day 212
Two thirds through this year already, and my thoughts are already turning to what I’ll do with this next year. I am finding that my daily splurges are open to… Continue Reading
Day 210
drought summer-grey grass. the world is sand, and when the last sand falls the world ends. find some solid ground for roots to implant new life. the rain hangs over… Continue Reading
Day 204
BAG OF WORRIES My bag of worries is still under my pillow when I wake up after a night of solid sleep but quicksand dreams. It rattles with the bones… Continue Reading
Day 203
BICYCLES IN UKRAINE Bicyles to freedom Pulled by white flags and The passion for life. It’s a picture but it’s The truth, and it moves – To avoid the bullets… Continue Reading
Day 191
On O’s recommendation, M and I watched 1917 late last night. As the final few seconds of the film played, the first line of the below just popped into my head. I… Continue Reading
Day 161
FINISHING WITH THE PAST I scatter petals on my past To stop the smell of rot and lies. I turn my hands palms down To reject the untruths of memory,… Continue Reading