On creativity, happiness and spirituality
Posted in Art, Creativity, Poetry on Nov 15th, 2011
Broken eggs adorn the pavement and she dreams of picking out every piece of shell. The concrete mixer brings her shovelfuls of orange sand in strong hands and clouds of fine powder with flaps of grey paper to help. But still he bangs his forehead on wood and is thumped by the mirror. The [...]
Posted in Creativity, Poetry on Dec 18th, 2010
Robin Eye . Robin’s black eye pins me. Seems to know why I am sitting doing nothing. . Understands the thing that eludes me. Closer now by the window. . Snow settles. Rests. Christmas cards are blank. White. Magnolia. . I wish I knew how to hear how to see. . I read a poem [...]
He is an ordinary agricultural labourer worker, an ancestor, Forgotten until now. Name, time and place noted in cursive hand. She is an empty space Packed with invisible words. My blood, my tears, my years All theirs. Theirs all mine.
Go away, over the ocean. Leave lipstick, mirror and letters to post. Decrease distance with buttered toast. Count the days, one at a time, and gaze up at the stars. Set a timer to remind me to breathe.
Posted in Poetry on Mar 5th, 2010
The stars are different in London They blur into one another. They have no point. He says he can’t see them any more, because of his heart and asks me how many there are. If I could switch off all the lights just for a minute we would no longer be in the dark.
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