Perhaps the simple way I write is wrong.I search my heart, put pen to page, move on.By simply writing, can I right all wrongs? At times I simply wish to share my songand once it leaves, I feel my work is done:perhaps the simple way I write is wrong. I am inspired by simple things,... Continue Reading →
Firefly, whydo you so rarely appear nowto light my sky? You lantern-lit the rosebushesin my garden in Ametllaas if flitting from branch-to-branchgranting wishes. Firefly, whydid we frighten you awaywith our light-hungry folly?And where will you now stay? Lighting up a Christmas bushunder the carved figure of Christ crucified in Bled, under the moonlight:Won’t you tell... Continue Reading →
A spinning spider I, Arachneweaving with thread my tangled weboh, won’t you stay with me? Little fly so tenderso succulent: upon my web you bob.Teetering on my legs so long and slender I hurry to the feast.There’s no buzz now, nor any zzub from you, your struggle ceased but, how your blood delights me!So delicious... Continue Reading →
I try to imagine the labyrinth as a dance, butI am not a dancer. Still, I'm captivated by the idea,those 'rhythmical involutions and evolutions' which'perplex the outward way' with outward show:beguile the time, look like the time, but I'msimply a dreamer lost in the 'tangled windings of my' brain.Sometimes I cannot see the wood, hypnotised... Continue Reading →
Another rock:this one's coming from spacemore than a million miles it's travelledto put us in our place. Think you can destroy a planet with your selfish consumption?Let me show you how it's done:with a swift, impactful motion... I'll give evolution another chanceto create something less arrogant:a short, sharp change of circumstancewhich you cannot prevent. I... Continue Reading →
As today is World Suicide Prevention Day, I am reposting my poem 'Sorry Mate,' which is included in the Indie Blu(e) Anthology Through The Looking Glass:Reflecting on Madness and Chaos Within. Sorry Mate As I sank into the depths of alcoholismdepression and despair not a soul around me seemed to careexcept the man who stood next... Continue Reading →
I watch the currents swirling in my cup, particulate borne by heat in thermal swell, I know that I shall write; my mind's made up: a poem, though where it ends, I cannot tell.I could write of the poignancy of timewhich seems forever, until it seems nought,or of God's love, which reaches me in rhymebut... Continue Reading →
Sleeping disturbed by a noise in the nightmelatonin evaporates in plain sightand wasn’t there that poem I should write?Then that other poem, two challenges, a novel…~don’t forget you have to get the kids to school on time~Writers should never write, thenmaybe we would have the time to livebut without writingwould we feelalive? © 2021 experimentsinfiction.com. All Rights Reserved. Written... Continue Reading →
For this week's earthweal challenge, Sherry has given us the following call to action: In the midst of everything going topsy-turvy, in a dark-hearted world, let’s pick up our pens and direct our faltering hope, our vision – OUR LIGHT – in what may very well be our last gasp at the brink of the... Continue Reading →
Today's reading is a wonderful chant-poem from the poet RedCat, one of a series of chants and incantations which lead into the finale of The Anthropocene Hymnal: 'Mother of Creation' read by RedCat RedCatRedCat's love for music and dance sings clearly in The Poet's Symphony (Raw Earth Ink, 2020). Passion for playing rhythms and rhymes,... Continue Reading →
