Beach of Dubious Pleasures #poetry

I. Peeling-paintArt-deco buildings faded glory II. Fluorescent daubsfibreglass moulding60s Alice III. Queues forma holding areaat the fall of Rome IV. Wood crackstracks held on by rusted nailsrollercoasting V. Your eyes sparklemaking the whole dayworth the entrance fee © 2022 All Rights Reserved.

Only Everything #poetry #earthweal

Do you not see the beauty of the trees,how they arch over you, their branches raised, as if in hymns of praisetheir secret voices carried on the breezein the rustle of chlorophyllic leaves?Only everywhere. Could you not stretch out beneath them, look up through their limbs into the lightor shelter from a rainstorm underneaththeir canopy... Continue Reading →

What Bright Darkness? #poetry #earthweal

What bright darkness gleams atop the oil slick, lights with quartzite glintsthe cut coal seam? What sacred oozes from the bowels of the earth make men richer, turn their hearts to pitchand light the sky on fire? What green rivers of covetousness flow through politicians' pockets, line their tailored suits, close seamssealing their lips forevermore? So when... Continue Reading →

3 Years Sober #poetry #haiku

Getting to know meplumbing the depths of this heartcoming up lighter Full of gratitude that this day, three whole years ago, I gave up alcohol. I have never given up on myself since. Wishing everyone a beautiful Sunday. Ingrid Enjoying the sober life! More tales of recovery and resilience. Available now!

The Uncaged Heart

Rattling the rugged ribs of prison-bonedefibrillated rhythm: free at lastthe uncaged heart begins to beat again Outside of time, and care, and conventionslow, steady at the outset, growing fastrattling the rugged ribs of prison-bone It skips, in love, entranced yet never chainedwith unhealthy demands, as in the pastthe uncaged heart begins to beat again Its... Continue Reading →

Birdsong #poetry

Every day, I waken to birdsong:sometimes the lark and thrush, sweet twitteringor the sparrow and the chaffinch, cheerful chatteringor the rook, cawing in raucous symphony:signature calls, all poetry to me Your touch draws out a different kind of birdsonglow moaning, from a hollow deep in metransformed through love into a holy plainsongwhere never sin, nor... Continue Reading →

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