I wish I spoke bird. Chipmunk or coyote would be cool too, as would deer or bear. Birds hop in the nearby grass as the rain falls, seeking worms. Four-legged beasties climb my trees, venture bravely into my yard, grab pears the size of their bodies and drag them back to their nests. I hear larger creatures rustling in the blackberry bushes filling up the … Continue reading I wish I spoke bird.
I have not felt particularly poetic of late
which is odd
considering that I favour dark themes
and sad stories
which currently abound in the here and now…
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i live with one foot firmly planted in the world of imagination and fantasy
and i like being there,
able to infinitely repeat and revise the moments in my life
that upon reflection cause me dissatisfaction… Continue reading control z
“behind the enforced busy work,
so necessary to keep the disquiet of an unfulfilled life at bay;
beyond the many and minute tasks,
the mundane repetitions that if necessary
can fill every waking hour and minute,
there is, bubbling up from underneath;
the knowledge that there could be more…”
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From Famine to Feast 