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This is not a yoga mat, this ismuscles tensed and taughtand sweat, this isthree house moves andtwo different countries this is acceptance of the moment, this is my homelike place, this is exactly where I need to be, this ismy safe space, this is where I grow:A push beyond the boundaries of my comfort zone;a place where... Continue Reading →
Christmas 1990. The year I lost my mother.I was to spend it with my AuntieTo offer respite to my grieving fatherguarding against pain, unconsciously, I threwmyself into the wonder of ithardly being able to keep still Christmas night, sooff to Midnight Mass we wentto give poor old Saint Nick a chanceto visit.It isn't so much... Continue Reading →
Reading what I have just written, I now believe that I’m a coward. ‘Let them shoot me,’ I thought as they marched me in, ‘I will not talk.’ But as soon as they showed me the knives, I crumbled. All my bravery evaporated like the breath of winter. One piece of paper, five names: the... Continue Reading →
G'day readers! More madcap mayhem with a serious twist from the mind of Aussie poet Don Matthews today. If you like this, you'll love Don's very own website, The Flippant, Comic, and Serious. If you're lucky you may even get to meet Priscilla, the Cat of Many Colours (featured in one of her many guises... Continue Reading →
G'day folks! Bringing you another bonza poetry selection courtesy of Don from Down Under. Check out more of his work at The Flippant, Comic, and Serious. If you're lucky you might even get to meet Priscilla (pictured.) Happy Little Counting Rhymer I am a happy rhymer1, 2, 3, 4 ,5I'm practising my counting skillsYes, fingers... Continue Reading →
I have been witness`when the storm swelled out at seaa lonely lighthouse anchored at the shore casting light upon the surging tideand knowing I could do no morethan witness, bea beacon blazing light as you were tossed about in wavesand almost dashed to pieceson the treacherous rocksof self-doubt and self loathing. Beacon I, a witness, Iloved... Continue Reading →
My child woke from a nightmare the other night, or was it early morning? “What’s the matter, love?’ I asked. “I thought I heard a scratching,” he answered. “And what do you think you could have heard doing this scratching?” I continued. “Maybe a big rat” he answered, “or something else more scary…with sharp claws!”... Continue Reading →
I'm so happy because todayI learned that TrumpHad lost the raceHe’s so ugly, but that’s ok because he’s throughWe've cracked his nutsSunday morning will be a happy one for allThe human raceWe might just make it, a few more yearsWe’ve ditched that foolYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahI was so angry but that’s ok... Continue Reading →
For two weeks, I haunted the cemetery lodge. I was going through a phase of house-sitting, as I no longer wanted to live at home but couldn't afford to move out and live independently. The lodge was centuries old. The family who lived there were away on holiday. They'd left to my care their menagerie... Continue Reading →
A lifetime's quest, or thatof half a life at leastwas born the day I firstclimbed Hampsfell. Lookout point on the CartmelPeninsula, high above Grange-over-Sands/stretched out below meout to sea Behind were all the mountainsof my youth and visionsof the mountains still to climb. As I approached the templeon the hill, I read the legend Ῥοδοδάκτυλος... Continue Reading →
Experiments in Fiction 