Art, bloggity blog, poetry

Holes… adventures in stop motion

So, instead of coming here and just putting up this video and then fucking off, I wanted to talk a little about what the actual fuck I am doing. Amberley made a decision to combine poetry with something I have always wanted to do but never had the guts to give it a go... and… Continue reading Holes… adventures in stop motion

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bloggity blog, poetry

moves me to words

Why have I suddenly found this so difficult Doing the thing I think I do best Doing the thing I feel is my calling My soul's purpose Not writer's block But soul block Not the lack of things to say Not a lack of words to use But a lack of desire To beat the… Continue reading moves me to words

bloggity blog, Mother Fucking Rant

I’m an adult, I swear!

There is nothing quite like living with a parent when you are an adult to make you feel like a fucking child. I have a number of friend people in a similar situation to me. Finding themselves in a space in their life where they have had to either move back home or simply share… Continue reading I’m an adult, I swear!

bloggity blog, poetry

other than compulsion

Sometimes it's difficult Not to find the words I have plenty of those Words like compulsion, superfluous, vexatious But it is difficult to find the focus To find the thing I want to Need to Create about And then only think of that My mind is like my tongue Not awkward like speaking (Not in… Continue reading other than compulsion

bloggity blog, poetry

through this year

"Good bye" the last words spoken. My past me left behind in a haze of cigarette ash, cruel words and bloody feathers strewn. Sworn to myself it would be the last last time. I gave you too many finalities. I gave you too many second chances, second thoughts. You gave me too many "I'll never… Continue reading through this year

bloggity blog, poetry

fire water burn – the fiction

The moon peeks from behind the clouds Shimmering hazy through shifting smoke thick The acrid stink fills my nose And I realize I had blacked out I look up and look around The winter cold night is heating up Flames, so pretty dancing How long was I gone? Feeling like I just broke out of… Continue reading fire water burn – the fiction

bloggity blog, poetry

the madness beneath

Some days I feel my crazy slipping. My mind, the fragile beastie it is, plays tricks on me. Trying to convince me to give in. Just relax into, give in to my madness that lurks beneath the surface. Like sinking into a warm bath. That is when I am forced to grab a stick and… Continue reading the madness beneath

bloggity blog, poetry

pain fades, but

Waiting Worrying Watching You fade Fade is a dirty word Not like fuck or cunt Those can be lovely But fade seems to always be the same ...Not really Wounds fade Scars fade Pain fades, But when a human fades What can you do? Simply watch... Look on Safe distance kept Don't want you to… Continue reading pain fades, but

bloggity blog, Mother Fucking Rant

ramble, ramble, ramble…

I have had an empty canvas sitting on my art table for weeks now. Two days ago, I picked out the paints. Yesterday, I put them in the right order. Why is it that sometimes art pours out of us. Uncontrollable. Undiluted. Like blood from an artery. Like drunken vomit. Like me talking to a… Continue reading ramble, ramble, ramble…

bloggity blog, Prompts Project

Suggestions Welcome

So... prompt next week... I would put it to a vote but I'm trying to avoid social media right now. Social media has been such a drain. And as it is nice to use it for silliness and catching up with friends, I have very little will power when it comes to that mindless scrolling… Continue reading Suggestions Welcome