139/2023
Fata Morgana. Low above the Ice, a slice of Concave light, a Knowing glance, Emerged from the Ruins of endeavour. From the past, Legends reach us, In oral telling, of… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: words
Day 349
Just back from London. It’s 23:15. Strategic error – wearing a pair of new boots that I’d bought 5 years ago but only worn once, and that M took a… Continue Reading
Day 346
Today has been too full. At work, report after report of death, misery, and need. December is the fullest monthof this, historically, but this one, and this day, has been… Continue Reading
Day 294
The problem with not having written substantively for just about two weeks is that I start to disbelieve the power and meaning of my words, and that I doubt them…. Continue Reading
Day 104
Perhaps I am too orderly even in my writing life. I’m behind again on sticking the blog printouts into my journal, and it hinders me in handwriting ideas into that… Continue Reading
Day 68
Self-censorship doesn’t merely happen in the moment just before the words hit the paper, or the immediate moment afterwards. It happens all the time. I have developed this unfortunate capacity… Continue Reading
Day 42
Yesterday was a day of lost ideas again. Words running through my head and veins so constantly they lose their way somewhere. I did write a poem onto paper though,… Continue Reading
Day 33
When I thought the storm had ended yesterday, when I hoped it had ended, it started up again, and the wind threw itself itself at the house, the office, and… Continue Reading