I woke up and said strength strength Two letters in common With fear Four with anger Not so much in common After all
I used to think he was just a photographer, like it was just a job he had before his strokes. But now I understand, he was a Photographer. This is a certain type of person. The type of person who races back into the house to grab their camera just in case there is something to shoot.
Is it just me or should this season’s The Biggest Loser – Family Edition really be called The Biggest Loser – Moron Edition? Seriously I am amazed some of these people have the prehensile […]
I said who are you? She said ‘I’m me’ ‘You’re me? ‘I’m you’. ‘Oh’.
There it was: The salt spray Wind sweeping Moon shining Love making Moodiness Suffocating Us with giddy Anticipation In your hand And my mind A heaving ebb And tidal flow.
I roused to almost wake and thought: My veins, I want to feel me in my veins To flow through my heart and breathe Oxygen through arteries into my self.
What do yours look like? I see them talking to mine Laughing heartily at us Patting each other’s backs Glancing sideways to watch As we rally against them. I wonder do they […]
I have recently returned to the comfortable and sickeningly easy life I have in Melbourne, Australia, from Palembang, Indonesia. I am slightly shell shocked by the experience, slightly poisoned by the smoke […]
I saw her lips And reached out To trace them But I couldn’t Stretch that far: It was just Imagination, Not like I could Kiss them, Here, in real time. I closed […]