Image taken without permission from writer Ross Murray I’d never seen one like it before and my instinct was to feel sorry for it because the other ducks either shunned the white duck or lashed out at it with their… Read More ›
inspiration
Let’s move to the country
The night falls in pink tones. Streams of pink-gold through the trees, the sound of a newscaster in the other room, a ticking clock. My blanket and the bell from the cat’s collar. Cherry blossoms weighting down the boughs. Moments… Read More ›
Sunday roadside stands
The rain fell so hard I stood in the doorway watching it, letting in the cool, clean air.
The loop
Walking to the lake with Lily and how she seems to grow older with every step, as if it’s happening on this very walk, these new features in her face…and how time bends.
Days, leaves, light
How the days unfurled unexpected and just hung there in the light.
The view from my window
But if you put yourself in the eyes of the audience would it change what you do onstage?
Quiet choir for midwinter mornings
The end of the world or start of a weekend when everyone’s away.
Nowhere else to be
Days the world just settles in around you.
Poem for the days
They don’t matter, most of the days. Don’t matter because we squander them the same as water down the drain thinking there will always be more. The ones we remember are for good or bad reasons but the truth is,… Read More ›
“Believe”
I grind my teeth at night, I clench my jaws what’s troubling me, beneath the surface? big, prehistoric fish swimming low? my fears, my desires, combined to one? you clench your jaws for all you want to say but cannot,… Read More ›
