Poetry | Stories | Photography
Fairies and a forest live on the
walls of the reading book nook,
where imagination takes over.
She sits unencumbered by the
constraints of religion and ideas,
for the ancient ones know her.
Sitting surrounded by stories,
the nook comes alive in the rain,
and the painted forest is alive.
The warm embers of what was,
a smouldering log glows.
All around the log of you,
there lies the darkened ash.
You, continuing to burn,
the ash of what has been.
The Fireflies do support you,
dancing around your glow.
The log of you splits apart,
igniting your life fire.
within the wildfires
Their hopes and dreams turned to ash
The Banksia sings
Those days of darkness and
fingering the telephone circles.
It never occurred to us that we
would need a portable phone.
What a clash of generations,
we X’s remembering old times.
Someone said we are the bridge,
remembering the absence of AI.
We remember, so we must all die.
Bored to frowning at the desk,
another client on call and grumbling.
Driving to work with music,
a different side to this morose frump.
The office Teams message bell,
directing all staff to go and eat cake.
The Associate walks in,
we all know that you will become like us.
The neon lights of the city,
1 am feels like 8 pm.
Moving and flashing adverts,
constant stimulation.
Another coffee in the city,
time is meaningless.
Sleeping when possible,
working long hours.
Dancing to sound bites,
constantly wired.
the mountain in parts
elastic nature dreaming
the ocean fragments
forming, disintegrating
mountain and ocean are whole
Born of wood, I became paper
steel keys imprinting ink upon my skin
signed with ink, and read for a while
folded over once, enveloped, posted
I come with no expectations
The reader was wise and opened my folds
Briefly, my words capture his gaze
Binned with used paper, I am no more: PULP
Killing the Roses
Cutting them from their life force
Beautiful petals
Roses guided by design
Stems do stab the oasis
blur of the morning
too much sun in my old eyes
the crisp spring winds move
C & K 