If we’re well and truly honestThere’s a truth we don’t allowCreating history and futuresOnly happens in the nowWe can lament what has been lostOr learn and move alongSpend a lifetime stuck in what could beOr be right where we belongThe only starting point to anywhereIs in the steps we takeSlowly inching onwardsfull in life as … Continue reading The Truth of Now
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Unbounded
Unconditional, subliminal Holding space within the liminal Seeping into cracks Healing wounds we just can’t see at all Accepting what is seen For good or ill, better or worse Cheering on our dreams There for chapter, page and verse Presence ever constant Fades into the scenery of life It’s only when they’re gone We feel … Continue reading Unbounded
Trash and Treasure
Thank you to gobblers/masticadores for publishing my short story Trash and Treasure this month. I wasn't sure where this story was going but I enjoyed the journey. Hope you do too. As always, please feel free to share if you know anyone who'd enjoy reading it.
The Goshawk Part 2
The goshawk bristled in angerAs she set down on a branch to restHow dare they cast her outAll she’d done was try her bestTo keep them safe from harmAnd the dangers of this earthShame on them if they could not seeAll that she was worthYet a sadness settled over herWeighing heavy on her heartShe’d never … Continue reading The Goshawk Part 2
The Goshawk
The goshawk canvassed the forestspreading her news for the dayMore trees have fallenmore fruit is stolenthe end is on its wayPerhaps next yearor the one after thatbut all the signs were thereIf one listened to the gossip of the goshawk Light of wing on the air She sowed her seeds of warning as she flew … Continue reading The Goshawk
Fatberg
A monster was sighted in Sidmouth Sixty-four metres wide Longer than a commercial plane Too big for the sewer to hide In the depths of the drainage system Its bulk caused a blockage that backed up the pipes Yet the monster continued to grow in size Because people kept flushing their wipes And pouring oil … Continue reading Fatberg
Pheasant
A pheasant burst from the bushes Screeching its colourful cry Fingernails on blackboard boards Ungainly skip to the sky Pheasants are birds for certain But must have been at the back of the queue When flying skills were meted out Panicked bobbing, gait askew Yet they must have been at the front For their feathers … Continue reading Pheasant
Tea, biscuits and self-sabotage: a writer’s reflections on procrastination
Each day I wake up with one intent: to write as much as I can. In the morning I’ll start off with some journaling and a poem. I can often find time for a blog post here and there, but my sticking point is stories. Short stories come easier than longer ones, but the hardest … Continue reading Tea, biscuits and self-sabotage: a writer’s reflections on procrastination
Salary
If celery were salary perhaps we’d all live healthily but money’s bought and money’s sold no longer backed by the price of gold the salt of the earth if you work hard enough not worth your salt if the getting gets tough in times of Rome it was salt you see whose ownership would set … Continue reading Salary
The winds of change
It creeps up without notice soft and stealthy on the breezeA growing sense of discomforta burgeoning uneaseYou wonder how you got here doing nothing but the sameStaying still won’t stave its coming when you’re playing the long game It announces its arrival like a big slap in the faceKnocking you lopsided when all was poise … Continue reading The winds of change
Rae Cod’s Writing 