i seem to have run out of things to say about Street Art in Fitzroy. Have we ridden that wave to its natural sand sodden end? Will we need to wait for […]
Soft
Soft lips, soft glow, soft porn Soft base and shy embrace And all that you can taste Is butter and sweet corn There’s salt on your lips And grease on your face […]
Dementia – a haiku
Originally posted on Moira Neagle's Word Addiction:
Glazed eyes, head curled – blank Aching for just one response, I feed my mother
on my hands
So much of it, I’m told, That’s what sober does – gives it back. I’m looking left and right The years, all of them I can’t find any Well I guess It’s […]
Dear Self and Other
Dear Self and Other I was a little surprised when you (I) actually voiced that you (we) would do this Dry July thing. Having witnessed failure at every previous attempt I assumed […]
give me a title
I have taken a lot of photos around Fitzroy, since I began this blogging caper. Before Flash I was just someone walking the dog, discovering my phone camera (Nokia N73) and getting […]
(fr)agile + oversion – emergence
Originally posted on the Reinvented Poet:
I had a thought today that writing is like staring at 3D paintings. You see nothing and then once you have loosened up an image becomes…
Who is that?
Once you know you have food, shelter and a fair chance of not being shot at by militants (either voted in or not) you have the luxury to climb further up Maslow’s […]
the Reinvented Poet 