They’ve all gone now Their presence just the echo of laughter in an empty room And wisps of music fading just out of hearing Streamers dangle limply from the walls Empty bottles and glasses line the table, roll on the floor I guess the party’s over After the hangover, after the cleanup What was it…
Green becomes gold in filtered light Sunbeams and shadows jostle for space Restless leaves toss and turn As the insomniac breeze wanders through and through Last call for the birds Returning to home and roost with sleepy twitters While night-shift workers emerge from nests and burrows Ready to start their day Gold fades to black…
At the end of things We are all alone It’s impossible to truly share Experience with each other No one will ever understand How we view the world So we can only see/hear/taste for ourselves A synaesthesia of song/colour/flavour Remembering our perception is unique There has never been anyone like us Nor ever will be…
“The Devil’s Pass” is a found footage horror film, inspired by the real life Dyatlov Pass incident. This involved a group of nine Russians who went hiking in the Ural mountains in 1959, and died under mysterious circumstances. Over the years possible explanations and conspiracy theories have abounded, ranging from aliens and yeti through to…
Make it neat The right colours for the right pictures Stay inside the lines, don’t make a mess! Children know, they get it They splash the page with exuberance Green sky and blue trees Bright yellow grass under a purple sun Because why not? And lines, well, they’re just guidelines, right? Like a child colouring…
(or “It’s Time” part 2). Boat bobs over the ocean Night has fallen and the sky is full of stars Full moon hangs low and golden While we lie on deck and contemplate the universe We’ve left the pain behind us Only wonder lies ahead One single, glorious adventure One journey of a lifetime That…
The first step! She babbled Wild-eyed and confused The first step! What’s next? I don’t know what you mean, I told her Don’t worry. Try to sleep. The first step, she mumbled Did she know she was dying? Was that the step that seemed to alarm her What was she seeing, written in the hospital…
When someone dies There’s so much to do Funerals and wills and estates Paperwork and property On and on When do you have the time Time to stop and think Time to understand your loss Time to grieve
Ideas for sale at the corner store All shapes and colours, try them on for size A riotous blend of clashing notions Adorn yourself head to toe In the festivity of possibilities Festoon in trailing ribbons of maybe Celebrate the what-if Choose your idea or a whole selection And go on your way Dancing potentials
Home to let, and there they are Another long line of desperate people Fear and despair on every face They’ll apply, they’ll all apply, Doesn’t matter what the place looks like Doesn’t matter how overpriced the rent Everyone needs a roof over their head And so they’ll all apply The property owners and their agents…
Eclectic Assemblage 