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hotel rooms and twists of fate

In a surprising turn of events, I find myself in a hotel room... I realised that I have not written non fiction for a while so... I should probably do that. So, I have stayed in so many hotel rooms. Way more than I should've. And most of them have not been for holiday fun… Continue reading hotel rooms and twists of fate

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bloggity blog, poetry

and love, anyway

I meditate in poetry Not inside it But the words that help to send me off The thoughts that help to ground me Are said in a voice that is fluent in metaphor Bilingual second language Imagery rich in vision and colour When I close my eyes I see myself Not as I look but… Continue reading and love, anyway

bloggity blog, poetry

she comes, moaning

The ocean is a woman And she calls to me like a lover lost I yern for her salted embrace Wanting to be close enough to hear the gentle lapping of her The rough sway of her Washing over my body Cool womb of blue and green and grey The ocean is a woman I… Continue reading she comes, moaning

bloggity blog, poetry

roar howl battle cry

A storm clouds the horizon Like smoke on the battlefield Have I used that metaphor previously? Sometimes I cannot remember But of course I am not talking about a real storm Or real clouds or a real horizon There is no real smoke except for that which plumes from your mouth Tobacco sickness sour There… Continue reading roar howl battle cry

bloggity blog, poetry

blank space nothings

I cannot see where it is you hide But I feel that you may be close The space between us now is greater than it ever has been Like the home stretch marathon Distance and time and space are only relevant to what isn't really there Sometimes it is the spaces between music notes that… Continue reading blank space nothings

bloggity blog, poetry

phantom limb, mine

Today I lay in bed And watched the light outside my window fade Grey white clouds like wolf's fur So cold it felt like snow I hear my pack howling But I cannot get to them My brain or more accurately my meninges Ache and thud and ache My pia mater tells my arachnoid membrane… Continue reading phantom limb, mine

bloggity blog, poetry

poison apples, maybe

Neil Gaiman said, “you have to believe. Otherwise, it will never happen.” But how do you force yourself to believe in fairy tales? I do not believe in Happily Ever Afters I do not believe in curses being lifted by kisses I believe in poison apples Maybe that is why I have always liked the… Continue reading poison apples, maybe

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“run away, little woman,” and other such bullshit

You know what is pissing me off right now? Australia. Not because I don't like the land. Australia is a beautiful place to visit. It is beautiful to live here and we do have a lot of freedoms. The part that is pissing me off has to do directly with my situation. One woman every… Continue reading “run away, little woman,” and other such bullshit

bloggity blog, poetry

for you, if

Nothing is ever truly silent Blocking out sound I still hear the hum of my own ears The bell tolling vibration of damage done Is this the same as fear Once the source is removed Is the echo of fright still felt Thrumming in my moth wing heart Is this the same as hate Remove… Continue reading for you, if

bloggity blog, poetry

the me I am

Hi... Maybe you can help me... Do you know where I am? Not where I am right now, but the me I am looking for? The me I am looking for is about my height. She is sort of like me in looks... maybe a little prettier. She is definitely less awkward. Her words do… Continue reading the me I am