Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
Mother, twice married, conveys reluctance, exaggerates fear – charted history obstacles a given. Father’s outing perpetuates disconnection anxiety replacing communication group wishes null Sister desires crack – living spectacle – addiction barrier to forgotten privilege Husband’s end plan race transmissions – dispossessed of direction – a dreamer Fodder for gossip – elaborate gong show – […]
Sought-out careers stagnant communication with colleagues soaked with commitments – underlying imposed courtesy we are doubly dependent – mutual caregivers supporting water treading, our authority drowning in preset obligations Past dwellings, connections sopped with history, hold on – leftover dregs, stale-dated – their validity disappearing, We are overcoming, debriefing, navigating release, minimilizing plan to alter […]
Pummelling the roof hardened droplets drown out my thoughts deafening, ridiculing Nature’s curious declaration of power threatens, instructs humility; a discordant roar stifling creativity. (Image: images.yourdictionary.com)
Mystery holds allure – dark, unkempt unknowns entrap a young woman’s heart She is bright-eyed, trusting hurried engagements, equates fatherhood with responsibility moves in, settles, adopting parental roles, motherly caring washes the dishes – is committed he roams, prowling old haunts unquenched by domesticity, hunts for new beginnings, projects contentment into her passivity disregards her […]
Storm clouds convene over startled lake waters a strengthening wind conspires bursting forth with roars of rain and thunder, shattering tranquil, lazy summer dreaming. (Image: http://www.flickr.com)
Favourite colour? Black, says she without hesitation; I falter, stumble mind reaching – who likes black? Is that a colour? It’s all colours, she’s nonchalant intent on task – carefully keeping within the lines Of course it is, ill equipped am I to disagree, images of dark somber corners, sorrow and death crows – Why […]
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In anticipation of guests, the hostess – always bent on pleasing – carefully selects the script, ascribes roles, envisions an afternoon of light repartee, peppered with philosophical pondering – satisfactory entertainment. They’re just family, after all, she tells herself, confident in the outcome, fatally smug. Crowd arriving, she…
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Slippers, perched at night stand, twitching impatiently, mark the absence of feet, cannot appreciate the meaning of unruffled bed covers. Abandoned, a coffee mug bemoans its curdling contents, complains of thick brown lines contaminating its porcelain shine, has not noted absence of hands. Chair, pushed back from desk,…
(Note: I draw much of my inspiration from dreams, and recently I’ve been challenging myself to write prose as well as poetry. This poem and the piece, The Vortex, are inspired by the same dream.) A bee, caught in a violent draught, collides with woman her body a salty concrete wall of frenzy, she is […]
Solitude, I dream of expansive landscapes, crave your panoramic silence, thrill to the ideal of your boundless sanctity Solitude, you wrap me in separateness, strip away my cardboard walls, tear at the corners of my instability; no refuge from the stillness Solitude, I am smothered by your starkness, by my starkness, cries of madness reverberating […]
