From Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell O’Brien, speaking to Winston about a future in which all pleasure will be erased:… Read more The Reason That Putin Must Not Win
Vlad The Mad Is Bad News For All Of Us Vladimir Putin is possibly the richest man in the world,… Read more To The Good People Of Russia
Writing Fiction Seems To Be Wrong For Me IF I write in code THEN I might earn some money ELSE… Read more The True Logic Of Writing In Code
Only Bad Words Remain I think I am done I have nothing more to say I am written out
The Sound Of Slowly Falling night-time in the house alone listening to settlement to the sound of everything slowly falling… Read more The Sound Of Slowly Falling
This much I have learned of me.
I am such a solitary man,
and always have been.
Writing Poetry writing a poem writing poems poems about life love poems poems about nature writing poetry of any kind… Read more Writing Poetry
Angry Words writing in anger stabbing the keys in temper making angry words
The Room Where I Write The tick of the heating, as it kicks in to life, chasing the cool of… Read more The Room Where I Write
Writing And Anything Writing is easy Writing and anything else Is impossible
Writing Right And Wrong Finest time to write: late evening after a drink. What you write is great. Worst time… Read more Writing Right And Wrong
The Work Of Writing great clouds on dark skies rolling and tumbling and red always beautiful something to enjoy before… Read more The Work Of Writing
One Hundred Days I made it. One hundred days of posts, of writing things, sometimes good, sometimes bad, most times… Read more One Hundred Days
Never Happier alone late at night a keyboard, a desk, a chair never happier
Not Writing Sitting here at the desk writing and not writing, wronging, you might say, there is the sound of… Read more Not Writing
Readings From The Buk Of Life I wish I’d known this man. He would have hated me, but I’d agree… Read more Some People Will Bother You
writing in the night alone in my own dark space the best place to be
The Dreamcatcher King – poem. I have a dreamcatcher. It hangs from my desk lamp; Bright orange, Trailing feathers, A… Read more The Dreamcatcher King
Most modern poets make many meanings with words, mainly without means.
Every evening, I steal two hours of the day. These are my hours. This is my time. I can lose… Read more My Time
Words are a wonder A world we carry with us Wherever we walk
A wide screen for words a keyboard full of meaning and yet nothing comes
Nobody came Nobody saw Nobody heard my mousey roar Nobody laughed Nobody cried Nobody even bloody tried Nobody looked Nobody… Read more Nobody Came
Why am I writing? Though no one will read these words they are all I have.
I’ve been thinking about what life will look like ‘afterwards’, the thing people are calling the New Normal. Wouldn’t it… Read more The New Normal