Words | Fury comes crashing

And so he balled his fists yelled at the world all raging face and spitting bile Screamed how unfair this baby sized ego cloaked in man’s body bald patch ablaze Hammered the desk certain of his thunder His lion’s roar Serengeti tantrum Balled his fists...

A little experiment: Sharing the love at Patreon

So, here’s an interesting thing – I have a favour to ask. Would you be willing to be part of an experiment with me? Back in September, I shared how I was moving most, if not all, my spontaneous creative work to Patreon. It’s why I’ve been so...

Exit stage left

Who will you blame when you’ve shut everyone out when no scapegoat is left the tar and feathers run dry? When it’s all been taken from you by those you trusted who told you everything was safe in their hands? When alone on your island hollow memories times...

Words: Beyond

She’s an oil painting red rose bleeding saffron Sunsets burning all fire chaotic tranquility The day’s end beyond watered horizons Her frame but a universe beyond galaxies [I have no idea where this came from this morning, it just started speaking to...