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13 Mar 2016

Hand in hand

Hand in hand: like pen and paper. Oil and gasoline. Plant and Page. Ying and Yang.
69. Yes, like 69.
Hand in hand: like Bukowski and a drink. Hemingway and a fight. King and the silver spine shiver that makes you turn and check the darkened window for a face you don’t want to see there; especially on the 14^th floor. Definitely not the 14^th floor.
There’s more.
I could carry on.
Hand in hand: like governments and dishonesty. Money and corruption. Lies and more lies. Lies breed lies. They lay us down and suck us up. We believe.
To the noose, to the chair, to Medusa’s lair we go, hand in hand.

Posted in poesia, poet, Poetry, words, Writing and tagged Charles Bukowski, Ernest Hemingway, lies, poem, Poet, poetry, politics, Stephen King, words, Writing

08 Mar 2016

9 Comments

In the dark

I woke up and Donald Trump was in his chair and Kim Jong-un was in his and it got out of hand. I don’t trust either of the bastards with their hand over the button…

In my bed, I slept
as half a world wept
at its sins and punishments.
In the dark bombs fell
a dictator laughed
and split the night, open.

Half a world sat motionless
arms raised in surrender;
to no avail.
In the dark machine guns rattled
an army laughed
and tore the night, open.

In the shower I stood, thankful
as water washed over me like tears
and half a world looked for water.
In the dark a mushroom cloud
a despot laughed
and lit the night, forever.

Posted in poesia, poet, Poetry, words, Writing and tagged Danger, Death, Despair, Donald Trump, extinction, fear, Horror, Kim Jong-un, life, murder, pain, poem, Poet, poetry, shame, war, words, Writing

03 Mar 2016

2 Comments

3am weather update

3am,
the devil’s hour.
The wind shrieks through the trees
and on a balcony
(mine?)
sends a flower pot flying.

Horizontal rain
sprays the blinds
in a machine-gun scatter.
With heavy head
and heavy lids

I sit
and wonder why.

Posted in insomnia, Micropoetry, poesia, poet, Poetry, weather, words, Writing and tagged Despair, insomnia, morning, night, poem, Poet, poetry, rain, weather, wind, words, Writing

21 Feb 2016

2 Comments

Night kiss

3am, Sunday morning.
Dragged from dreams,
where feet walk on frosted blades
as a million stars fall from the sky,
which shivers
over silent faces hidden from me.
I reach out, they turn away
I call out, and they fade

The day,
still hours distant
is crawling round to meet me

I stand in the moon’s shadow
as the snow peaks stand hard and white
against black sky brushed with sweeping cloud,
the air cold on my skin
and I awaken under its kiss.
Nocturnal sighs in the blackened boughs
and, once again,
I have been tossed out into the night.

Lugano night, 3am.

Posted in dreams, images, insomnia, Lugano, photograph, poet, Poetry, Winter, words, Writing and tagged cold, emotions, insomnia, Lugano, morning, mountains, night, photo, photograph, poem, Poet, poetry, the night sky, wind, winter, words, Writing

16 Feb 2016

2 Comments

Black

The sun draws blinds on another winter’s day;

whose light grows longer,

whose warmth grows stronger.

The sun’s rays of orange, pink and violet

grip the deepening sky,

like cat claws on curtains.

The sun slips below the horizon

like a drowned man

to leave me cloaked in black.

Posted in images, insomnia, Micropoetry, poesia, poet, Poetry, Winter, words, Writing and tagged Despair, Hope, night, poem, Poet, poetry, words, Writing

03 Feb 2016

8 Comments

3000 miles

3000 miles of ocean

as dry as a desert highway

Distinct words from remote voices

I hear you speak

as distances vanish in the setting sun,

my setting sun

as I become the nightfall.

Eyes flicker in the madness of dreams

Then open; awoken

but the images remain

The bark of the beggar

as the sidewinder stamps its tail in the sand

of the desert highway,

where 3000 miles of ocean lay.

Posted in dreams, images, imagination, poesia, poet, Poetry, words, Writing and tagged dreams, images, night, ocean, poem, Poet, poetry, sleep, words, Writing

21 Jan 2016

4 Comments

Green numbers

The hand reaches for the button

that flashes the green numbers

counting down the hours

of a night that is endless; and awake,

as I long to fall into sleep,

be it restless and haunted,

sleep it remains.

I envy it.

Posted in insomnia, Micropoetry, poesia, poet, Poetry, words, Writing and tagged Despair, emotions, insomnia, morning, night, nightmares, poem, Poet, poetry, sleep, words, Writing

16 Jan 2016

2 Comments

Cat’s eye

I’m not a cat;

I can’t see in the dark

yet it’s always dark

when I awake

and draw the line

under another night’s sleep.

Posted in Insanity, insomnia, Micropoetry, poesia, poet, Poetry, words, Writing and tagged darkness, Despair, insomnia, morning, poem, Poet, poetry, words, Writing

24 Nov 2015

4 Comments

Contradictions

Love is a stroll in a sunlit garden, under a perfect blue sky

Love is the lurching axeman, blood dripping and stumbling through corridors hard and white

Love is the warm sun and a light summer rain

Love is the vise-grip of ice, the cold that rips the breath from your lungs and tears from your eyes

Love is the warm bed, as sunlight drifts through the gaps in the blinds

Love is the sword on which we commit the ritual of Seppuku: and give all.

Posted in poesia, poet, Poetry, relationships, words, Writing and tagged Death, emotions, Love, pain, poem, Poet, poetry, Relationships, words, Writing

19 Jul 2015

6 Comments

The night, the chemical night

Every now and again my long-term sleep problems find their way onto the written page; it’s how I feel when I pick up the pencil. I can’t tell of flowers when I see monsters.

***

The night;
star-less, aimless.
Fitful twists and turns and sweat on the pillow
tempted by sleep, made
hidden in foil
just within reach,
enticing, seducing.

The night;
I give in,
because I’m damned if I do
and I’m damned if I don’t.
Irrationality becomes normality
as sleep descends:
a benzodiazepine dream

Daydream
The day is for dreaming
What you could be
or want to be
What you could have been
or will be

The night
I avoided its darkest depths
lest from my pharmaceutical dreams
I returned; empty.
Trapped
in their batwing-leather embrace
to wander alone.

The night,
the chemical night.

Posted in insomnia, Madness, poesia, poet, Poetry, words, Writing and tagged dreams, drugs, insomnia, night, pharmaceuticals, poem, Poet, poetry, temptation, Writing

30 Jun 2015

1 Comment

Sounds of morning

The summer sun sighs through the strains of a morning

So humid

I open a window;

to sounds that fill my space

The unwinding of the blinds on another day

A car coughs

and a motorcycle

screams down the motorway

Birds wittering and nattering in an air

thick with heat

a fly whines, a bee hums

as a cat pads through grass

No breeze murmurs in this sultry morning,

just scratching

as my pen rolls across the page

like a bead of sweat between the shoulder blades

Posted in poesia, poet, Poetry, Sounds, words, Writing and tagged a new day, mist, morning, poem, Poet, poetry, sounds, summer, words, Writing

20 Jun 2015

2 Comments

Bonds

She haunts my dreams

And waking hours

She is gold and silver

And ringed with flowers

Her presence stills me

Her words enthral me

I am hers

And she is mine

Posted in Love, Micropoetry, poesia, poet, Poetry, relationships, words and tagged emotions, heart, Love, poem, Poet, poetry, Relationships, words, Writing

12 Apr 2015

Balcony

The cat, bird stalking,

early morning dog walking,

the sun rises over the eastern hill

behind the fir trees.

Spring morning chill

meets

spring sun warmth.

It is still early.

The plants, freshly watered,

drip and gleam in the light.

Geraniums, pink and red

and rosemary lifts her violet head,

the lavender flowers, purple

while bees flit, feeling Provençal.

Sarracenia, the fly catcher, lies

and dreams of catching flies.

Posted in peace, poesia, poet, Poetry, words, Writing and tagged geranium, lavender, life, morning, plants, poem, Poet, poetry, rosemary, sun, words, Writing | Leave a comment

07 Apr 2015

Dawn

The brevity
of morning’s clarity
Crystal-crusted peaks
standing sentinel

A sheer-sided cliff
black against blue
hides the sky above me
Its sides thick
with winter’s skeletons
stalking stick shadows,
stark
against night’s incandescence
which chases up the sun

A once waterfall
in winter suspension
and, like us all,
awaits the sun.

Posted in poesia, poet, Poetry, words, Writing and tagged dawn, moon, morning, mountains, snow, sun, trees, waterfall, winter | Leave a comment

06 Apr 2015

5 Comments

Blocked?

Every letter lingers,

and every word wrings,

while the stubborn sentence stabs

the pained paragraph.

***

Posted in Creation, Micropoetry, poesia, poet, Poetry, words, Writing and tagged poem, Poet, poetry, words, Writer's block, Writing

19 Mar 2015

White bulletproof shroud

White bulletproof shroud
Head to toe protection,
salvation
while fishermen in storm-tossed seas
knee deep and needing
breaking bread
taking water, taking wine
as you walk unhindered
undisturbed
stone rolled, risen
given
to man
to remember
to forget
to honour
to regret
White bulletproof shroud
lies in tatters
at your feet
as women weep
and men wander
and wonder
Wander, wonder

Posted in images, poesia, poet, Poetry, Religion, words, Writing and tagged belief, Jesus, non-belief, poem, Religion, shroud | Leave a comment

10 Mar 2015

2 Comments

Bleach dilutes

Heart
stopped
Sliced by razor
made hollow
bleached with sorrow
Hung out to dry
to die
Then I
saw your smile,
felt your kiss
The razor’s wound
internal, infernal
but never eternal
As the heart beats once again

Posted in poesia, poet, Poetry, relationships, words, Writing and tagged Death, emotions, heart, Hope, life, Love, pain, poem, Poet, poetry, Relationships, Writing

09 Mar 2015

6 Comments

Drown me

Walking
waves breaking
white foam
flying
gulls crying
as the wind whips their voices

Behind closed eyes
salt sting
breathing
as the sea sighs its song
And laps and slaps the strand

Fickle mistress!
Ever moving
ever changing
From a shallow sigh this ocean roars
as the gull soars
lighter than the air
that carries its story
on the wings of the wind

Posted in poesia, poet, Poetry, Sea, Sounds, words, Writing and tagged poem, Poet, poetry, sea, water, wind, words, Writing

20 Feb 2015

We

We sit,
we look,
we stare.
I know you’re there
You know I care, and
I’ll always be here

We.

Posted in Blog, Creation, Love, Micropoetry, poesia, poet, Poetry, words, Writing and tagged emotions, Love, micropoetry, poem, Poet, poetry, Relationships, soul, Writing | Leave a comment

12 Feb 2015

Fear the night

Sleep eludes me, deserts me
It skirts my nighttime like a seige
Sleep seized from the grasp of the sleeper
Who should now be in deep slumber
As I fumble for words
(I write)

“Sleep sir, sleep!” I hear
As once again I fear
To go to bed
Lest nightmares awaken me
Awaken me?
And dreams haunt me
Dreams? Ha!
You have to sleep to dream

Sleeps eludes me, deserts me
My night perched on a precipice
A night-borne orifice
Black and deep
Like the narcotic sleep
(I crave)

Posted in Blog, insomnia, poesia, poet, Poetry, words, Writing and tagged dreams, fear, insomnia, narcotics, nightmares, poem, sleep | Leave a comment

30 Jan 2015

2 Comments

The last long day

Today I left my place of employment after more than 11 years. The big hole that has been left by such an absence will be filled however, as I am now studying the Cambridge CELTA course to teach English as a foreign Language. As one door closes…

*********

The last long day

I’m left static and still

and I must keep moving

just keep going

never slowing.

But now, but now

a halt has been called.

Time to take the time that’s mine,

to use, shape and mould

As a new life chapter unfolds.

I won’t be lead blindly

as I carve and scythe

and make my way

with my destiny

in my hands.

Posted in Blog, poesia, poet, Poetry, relationships, words, Writing and tagged Cambridge CELTA, destiny, emotions, fear, Hope, last day, life, place of employment, poem, Poet, poetry, words, work, Writing

27 Jan 2015

Over yonder

Do not step into yonder pasture,

however the grass may be greener.

Do not follow the grass-flattened footsteps

of another,

who will lead you tither.

For the fickle will change

and though you may rage

and cry against your injustice

and spill tears that are useless.

To whom will you turn

when the wild winter wind burns

your face and tears your eyes,

as you stumble and chastise

your decision taken,

your intention mistaken.

For however that distant green field

may taunt you,

do not stray across those borders,

entrapped by those hoarders,

who will suck your soul

and bleed you dry and left to lie;

choked and broken

Posted in Blog, Creation, poesia, poet, Poetry, words, Writing and tagged cold, conviction, courage, Danger, Death, DECISION, Despair, emotions, fear, head, heart, life, poem, Poet, poetry, soul, words, Writing | Leave a comment

20 Jan 2015

2 Comments

Hours

The hours slip through time,

as time seeps through the hours;

and flowers

mark the beginning

and the end of time.

Celebration of life and death;

eyes open for the first time

or close for the last,

and tears tear the heart.

A new life now grows

for time never slows

but seeps through the hours.

Posted in Blog, Creation, poesia, poet, Poetry, words, Writing and tagged Death, heart, life, poem, Poet, poetry, time, words, Writing

18 Jan 2015

2 Comments

Splinter deep

The old year slipped into the new

While yesterday’s pain

is swept with a broom

Hard bristle scratch

My thoughts, my face

Dust choking

Acid soaking

The handle hands the hand a splinter

Through nail and skin

Deeper and deeper

Poisoning and malevolent

Burrowing and diving

Septicaemic

I can feel it

Arrow sharp

But not enough

To pierce my heart

So it turns on me

and burns in me

But spurs me

On.

Posted in Creation, hope, poesia, poet, Poetry, words, Writing and tagged Blood, Despair, emotions, heart, Hope, life, poem, Poet, poetry, soul, words, Writing

30 Dec 2014

6 Comments

2014: a brief writing year in review

Well, here we are at the end (well, here in Switzerland anyway) of the penultimate day of the year and a chance to look back over the last twelve months, from a writer’s perspective, or a writing perspective: delete as applicable.

Firstly this blog. My 2014 review informs me that this little piece of internet interaction was viewed in 65 countries. I find that pretty damn amazing that I’ve had views from Saudi Arabia and South Africa, China and Chile. Thank you to all of you who have checked in and had a look around; I really appreciate it.

The ever-busy and always approachable Morgen Bailey gets my first mention, simply because it was she who gave me encouragement from the start and has continued to entertain my pieces (flash fiction and note plural…naughty, naughty!) whenever I send them. Thank you Morgen! She built my blog by the way, ultra-professional and exceedingly patient (Panic? Me?) from start to finish.

2014 started with nudgings and words in my ear from my dear friend, Alex Dorici, who persuaded me to grow some balls and put myself forward for the annual 3-day poetry festival here in Lugano, Poestate. There I stood in front of a hundred people, biting my lip as I was introduced and mumbling my opening lines until my confidence grew and my 10 minute reading was met with applause and a return request for 2015. Thanks Alex! Sorry, both websites are in Italian but hey; I do live in Italian-speaking Switzerland.

A short, 20 hour teaching course followed Poestate and then I put everything aside for a month or so and just chilled baby, chilled. This cooling off didn’t last long as in August I was contacted by Accenti magazine, a Canadian publication on all things Italian, and they duly published an article I’d written on two wine-growing regions of Piemonte; Gavi and Casale Monferrato.

Upon the author’s copy landing in my postbox, I then received news that I’d won 1st placing in the monthly Writer’s Forum short story competition, which was published in the October issue. Having my story critiqued by Sue Moorcroft was almost satisfying as seeing my name in print.

Now the rest of the winter lies ahead and I intend to put some of those long, cold, dark days to use. I do have plans for 2015 but I’m reluctant to lay them down here in case they go pear-shaped. Life is like that. My NaNoWriMo was a NaNoNoGo – it happens.

Thank you to each and every one of you who has visited and contributed over the last year, I appreciate each and every one.

Happy New Year to you all.

Posted in Blog, Blog, Wordpress, Flash Fiction, italian language, Italy, Morgen Bailey, NaNoWriMo, poet, Poetry, Short Fiction Stories, stories, words, Writing and tagged Alex Dorici, Flash Fiction, Happy New Year, Morgen Bailey, plans, Poet, poetry, Sue Moorcroft, Thank you, words, Writing

07 Dec 2014

4 Comments

Goodbye, my sun

As the leaves burn brown
and rage in a riot of red
The low, winter light losing colour
looking tired and stretched
The sun’s early rising all but forgotten
another life, another time

The soltice shroud of darkness covers all
and the frost fingers;
hard and cold
grip the earth
And its frigid breath
bites the air

As the year ends in a flurry of colour

Posted in Blog, poesia, poet, Poetry, Winter, words, Writing and tagged cold, Despair, frost, leaves, poem, Poet, poetry, seasons, solstice, sun, winter, winter light, words, Writing

27 Nov 2014

We are

The mirror’s image wavers before me
It implores me
“Look at me”
“Look at you”
I do
And wish I did not

The mirror’s image dances in my eyes
As you chastise
“Look away”
“Look at me”
I do
Relieved that I did

The mirror’s image shows you beside me
Love unties me
Mountains slide
Oceans rage
We are
And we will remain

Posted in Blog, images, Love, Non fiction, poesia, poet, Poetry, relationships, words, Writing and tagged couple, image, mirror, poem, poetry, relationship, words | Leave a comment

07 Nov 2014

4 Comments

Semicolon

You, semicolon
A dot. A comma,
a pause slightly longer
than a breath

And instead of punctuating words
they’ve punctured your heart
You, semicolon
Half remembered, barely read

Semicolon; you ran your race,
and lost your place
And in this fast-paced world
of the modern human race
You paused once too often
and became a Winky, smiley face

;o)

Posted in Blog, Humour, poesia, poet, Poetry, words, Writing and tagged humour, poem, Poet, poetry, punctuation, Writing

19 Oct 2014

2 Comments

I see you in the darkness

The sunlight for a second
Blinked
A shadow
Its shadow
By my window whispered
Or did it laugh
As I felt its draught
And shivered
My skin crawled,
then froze
The shadow passed
for now
But it’ll come back
When night falls chill
For I will give it life
In black and white

Posted in Blog, Creation, Fiction, Horror, images, Non fiction, peace, poesia, poet, Poetry, story, words, Writing and tagged cold, darkness, Death, fear, Fiction, Horror, imagination, inspiration, life, poem, Poet, poetry, shadow, Writing

19 Sep 2014

3 Comments

Just words?

One recent lunchtime I was sitting, waiting for my quesadilla, with every intention of jotting down some potential copywriting ideas – I completed a course not too long ago and I really want to pursue that direction on a professional level. Anyway, it just wouldn’t happen; nothing came when I put pencil to paper except the opening two lines of this. Between waiting for and eating the aforementioned quesadilla, the rest of the piece followed. I suppose you could call it a reluctant poem, as it certainly wasn’t my intention to write it, but as nothing else came I gave in to the flow.

The book is open, the pencil in hand
The eyes stare at black lines on white,
waiting for the muse to turn on the light
What to write? What to write?
Perched over a fissure, under pressure
An abyss awaits, mind contemplates

I did not intend to write this,
this poem, this rhyme
This scribbled tribute to the sublime
Gift of words; the words we use
To communicate
Our love, our hate
Pleasure, displeasure
How are you my treasure?

Spoken words may be forgotten
From the written word may be begotten
A declaration; of love, of war
Of the suffering who can take no more.

Letters by sages
Indented onto pages
A permanent reminder
Of words that can bind you
That seek and find you
And you lay open the page
As you lay open your heart
With thoughts transmitted and thoughts transcribed
As into your book you care to confide
All that you feel, and can’t keep inside

Posted in Blog, copywriting, poesia, poet, Poetry, words, Writing and tagged copywriting, inspiration, paper, pencil, poem, Poet, poetry, quesadilla, reluctance, words, Writer, Writing

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