15 stops. 40 minutes. each day.

Month: November, 2012

days like today.

that permeating kind of sun,where as soon as you step into it, you can feel it through your entire soul.

that lack of breeze, no tips on the waves, just cool,glassy nudges across the shore.

that time of quiet, where the birds have stopped, but the cars haven’t started, and all you can here is the slow stir of neighbours as they tend to their children, their pets, themselves.

and sunday. that most holiest of day of rest.

no plans, commitments, rsvp’s. no deadline, no timeline, no decisions except which hat to wear, and do I go swimming down the beach, or in the rock pool.
i live for days like this. days like today. wish you were all here. xxx


This is one of those moments

where prose

exists in an alternate place

devoid of life yet space

envelopes it like a cold lover.


And yet it has appeared

from deep beneath the

subterranean fears

of failure and pointlessness

it’s a bit of mess

yet erase I do not

with this blue ink. stop.

This is one of those nights

where words

have no meaning

devoid of feeling

taunting me with their shy revealing.

Should I keep going

too-ing & fro-ing

pushing & pulling the ever tight jumper of acceptance.