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Three Tips to Declutter Your Life
08 Feb 2024 [poetry]
I love performing poetry at open mics and often write poems specifically for performance. This poem is one that is written for the stage, not the page. I read at Satellite of Love’s wonderful open mic recently and Barry Hollow was kind enough to film it.
A Manifesto for Art as Self Care
25 Jan 2024 creativity
I’ve been thinking a lot about creative ‘rules’ and how arbituary they are. As it’s the new year, I’ve been wondering where I want to take my poetry and my creativity and have decided I want to do it for its own sake. I want to focus more on the wellbeing aspects of writing and making things rather than the end result.
The forecast sighs
12 Jan 2024 poetry
Amber and scarlet triangles describe
the island. These winding lanes
2023 in Review: Personal reflections
06 Jan 2024
Once again I closed off last year and started the new one by filling out a year compass booklet. Although the years are arbitrary, I find this time to reflect and reset immensely valuable.
2023 in review: Poisoning the Well
31 Dec 2023 year in review
2023 was another year of unnecessary wars and suffering, with Russia and Ukraine rumbling on with no end in sight. Israel responded to a terrorist attack with maximum aggression against civilians, seeking vengeance against an oppressed population. It’s hard to focus on the positives when the news seems so relentlessly bleak and when history repeats itself so frequently. Collectively, we never seem to learn the lessons of the past.
Return to Me
28 Nov 2023 poetry
Once again, you find yourself barefoot,
toes buried in eroded stone, your steps
hesitant, sinking. You stand at the edge
of your island, listening to my breathing,
the crash and retreat, the regular shingle
sigh, the dance of a million small particles
rearranging themselves in new patterns.
The sun is already setting, elongating
your shadow, making me shimmer gold and
jewel tipped. You breathe in my salt air.
Perseids
13 Nov 2023 poetry
Briefly, over lightly settled night,
tungsten filaments flame out.
Sunk in owl hoots and the scratching
of small claws on terracotta pots,
we feel the planet spin below our feet
so fast there’s no chance for dizziness.