The future becomes the present becomes the past in the blink of an eye Intention must happen before action a constant looking to the future I will cook a meal I will go for a walk I will sweep the floor Reflection comes after a glance back at the past I’m glad I did this…
When I begin to be something dark and mean it seems to me that I must unbecome, quickly When I start to turn into a snapping beast It’s time to turn again and divest from teeth and claws We are always told we must become this or that but sometimes I wish to dissolve that…
Standing at the crossroads Poised between possibilities Keep on the straight, keep things as they are or take a left, or a right try a change of direction maybe even go back? Sometimes it’s wise to retreat When you’re standing at the crossroads the future is murky options multiply, possibilities expand becoming a multiverse of…
We never pay attention to the negative spaces the gaps between things that form the backdrop to all we hold dear We go from one experience to the next and don’t stop to examine the bits in between I wonder how much we miss because negative space is context So if we look If we…
Guardians of the sacred dead Grey sentinels of places beyond life they stand contemplating the past and marking the processional way for those who would observe the passing of the seasons and the years and remember what came before Connection to the ancestors Connection to the descendants They are place-markers for history Stand with the…
When you hear that song that reminds you of something you don’t quite remember but you feel a melancholy longing for the intangible When you listen to music that fills you with joy so great you feel as if you might burst with happiness Reading a poem that tears deep into your soul stabbing to…
The woods of memory are littered with the detritus of myriad moments The flotsam and jetsam of a life strewn along every path A small cloth elephant sits on a log bright pink, beautifully embroidered opening a path to a long trip through many countries the child’s remembrances are vague now and the path is…
All around are empty people trudging through the empty streets focused on their empty business march in step to empty beats of should and ought and how it’s done and every other empty word devoid of meaning, empty echoes empty sounds that go unheard Empty heads that long for filling Empty hearts that want to…
It started small, with forgetfulness happens to everyone But more and more, and a few lies to cover the error. It wasn’t me, I’m not to blame Everyone else is wrong but not me Gathering momentum, the gaps in her mind becoming gaping chasms Facts, conversations then memories, then people all drained away into that…
Bitonal bird sits on a fence preens sleek black and white feathers Magpie chorus heralds the close of the day sun going down and the changing of the guard Day shift of birds and all the sunlight creatures return to their nests while the night dwellers emerge Possums get restive run across the roof tops…
Eclectic Assemblage 