backlit by sunlight
each maple leaf turns crimson
life’s a burning house
marionettes stumble
snag and twine
puppeteer scolds them
Stars spinning, spinning
Their fiery guts to birth us,
Nova to ova.
Dreams connect us to alternate
Worlds where my different selves
Live out my different lives and each
Version begrudges his own dimension,
Life always being richer and greener
On other sides of the Continium.
the literary asylum
Wherever I lay my pen, that's my home
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my humanity in written form
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Poetry, Fiction & Photography
New content every Sunday.
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
a collection of words about my average, bog-standard life accompanied by some sub-par illustrations that depict selected moments in said life
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚋𝚒𝚐! 𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛!
Art doesn't have to be worthy to be worth sharing
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One Poet's Writing Practice
My thousand lines..
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