Now hoarfrost melts to liquid dew agleam
When still waters run deep / The deep can often roil with peril;
My challenging is not yet finished.
When clouds of witnesses surrounded, I used them to cover my flaws.
It’s been a long year. Since coming out in June 2020, things haven’t been all rainbows and sunshine, and before … More
I’ve a video here waiting / To unearth what lies beneath.
I’m back Here from There
I’m going to retreat; It’s the only way forward.
I hear the cardinal whistling in my morn / And wonder what he’s thinking as he sings
For me, “luck” falls into a bucket of words I find generally unhelpful, like “blessed”, “fated”, “chance”, “good fortune” and the like. They are all words that remove most, if not all, sense of self-determination and/or the fact that sometimes things just “happen”, both good and bad.
I liked to think I Knew It All / The Knowing only takes half-way
The unexamined life is not worth living, / And Life Uncovered – Hidden – Unforgiving.
Am I a fake – a fraud without a prayer? Or am I finally down to plain old me?
I once had a therapist who said dreams mean nothing – just nocturnal synaptic activity as our brain filters and sorts our waking activity.
To me it was Their transaction: / A payment / Or collection / Now, literally Everything is given away.
And while I knew well it would not be a dream / I expected a little less grinding of gears.
I write alone, in verse or prose / Enjoy it, if you predispose.
No matter the Framing, the Mat, or the Pane / The Whole of The Story it shall not contain.
Moist is for cake. Only. Ever.