It’s been an emotionally draining couple of weeks for me recently, and as a consequence I haven’t put that much effort into updating here or writing in general. One of the big problems of emotional turmoil is that we tend to sideline everything else, wallowing in our self pity, in our angst, in our fear, … Continue reading
First Circle Watching the wasps flitting in the autumn sunlight. The air is cool; the breeze ripples the canopies.
It struck me today that I’ve stopped being angry at things the older I’ve got. Minor irritations that previously would have had me chewing the carpet in a thundering rage, now give me no more than a temporary pause for a deep hearted sigh, a shake of the head, and then I move on with … Continue reading
This week I met a very unpleasant person. The only good was it angered me enough to write these two poems. In other news, I have internet once more, so updating will be less tricky. Productivity may go down as I spent my time watching cat videos. I can heartily recommend Cats in Tanks.
Chain letters. Everyone’s seen at least one and most people know the annoyance of having their inbox filled up with these things. The worst ones, though, are not the ones where you’re asked to send it on to ten people or you’ll have no love life. Those ones are relatively rare these days, possibly because … Continue reading
The Quiet of Your Body I need the quiet of your body To keep my coursing thoughts at bay. I need the quiet of your body Or sleep will never come my way.
The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge Through living roots awaken in my head. But I’ve no spade to follow men like them. Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests. I’ll dig with it. – Digging by Seamus Heaney … Continue reading