THE NEW NORMAL ROUTINE

  Input- daily. Early morning. Wake up to bird call and input ideas for the new day. Run. Write. Weights. Wash. Garden. Grass. Weeds. No Smoking. More Chopping. Manic. Now move indoors. Pottering. Pacing. Painting and onto poetry. Moving out again from bedroom. Old room. Once far room. Cold room, where someone died once, before […]

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SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; THE BLIND ASSASSIN

  A Short Horror Story. I don’t remember what happened before, no clue as to who I was, what I was, but afterwards, everything that happened afterwards is a completely different story, because when you open your eyes after death, you discover a whole other way of living. Tick tock, tick tock. There is darkness […]

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SYNCOPATED SADNESS

Day 17 National Poetry Writing Month  Dwelling deep in the darkness where hearts breathe less, held hidden below the humour, like a tumour, there’ve been shadows dancing, all this while, to a beat he cannot follow, to a music he cannot swallow, that cannot be caressed, a syncopated sadness with no cord considered, with no […]

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FINDING FAVOUR

  Dig deep             fisherman,             brave man,                                                       for there is worth below the waters, between the silence […]

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FINE LINES

  There is a man, in the rain, in a hat, getting wet, growing mad, calling connards to the penguins of Parisian pedestrians plodding past him. There is a man, with cigars and a beer, by a bin, full of madness, next to tourists lost in maps as the rain pours down on the wrong choice of […]

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A Wood Away from the World

  I wandered through the wood And wondered What would happen As I walked past the Willows And Walnuts, Worried for the world Beyond the woods. I watched This wilderness Of winding ways And weathered wills Where I worshiped the wisdom Of these weighted monsters- Magnificent in the marshes, A million miles From the mediocrity […]

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