Day 77
After less than five hours of sleep, words desert me. Or appear to. That futility feeling. Not because I think no-one reads, but because there are days when I feel… Continue Reading
Browsing Category: Poetry
Day 74
prose fails prose fails when clouds mountains missiles paper front pages ice snow ruins remote miles politics lies massacres borders closed to colour birth not birth birth death not motherhood… Continue Reading
Day 70
My head still fuzzy from deep sleep. Totally weird dreams last night. DJs and parties, restaurants serving swill. Wandering without belongings. Waking in strange paces. Not belonging. Following not leading…. Continue Reading
Day 69
Have you ever seen a discarded note or letter on the pavement and wanted to pick it up? I did yesterday, and it seemed like a physical confirmation of my… Continue Reading
Day 51
L emailed me after yesterday’s post about the internal voice to let me know that it reminded her of the Highly Sensitive Person trait, and sent me a link to… Continue Reading
Day 38
The cat is drinking water out of paint can lids again. Yesterday’s rain is fresher than indoor water. She Has always done this, prefers a dirty puddle to A clean… Continue Reading
Day 23
Last night, of course, I had many ideas for what I was going to write this morning. Now, woken from strange dreams (including one that involved incessantly phoning a football… Continue Reading
Day 21
Four eagles in a row escape from the horizon, The line of land that defines understanding, Beyond which everything is unknown. They’re tin cans full of souls Fighting gravity and… Continue Reading
Day 18
I have lost the moon. It was here yesterday, and now it’s gone. They will say ‘How can God misplace the moon?’ But I am not God. I am no… Continue Reading
Day 17
old light seeps in through tiny rents in the bubble of a universe shrouded in untouchable frost night is a dark ravage unlit by an unseen sun below the horizon… Continue Reading