I write nonsensically Why must I write where it hurts? It’s the price we pay, a happy writer never sells Give us a tortured poet and they fly off the shelves. Should I bide my time? Wait and hope for someone to stab with a knife, For my blood to soak into paper And weave itself into something worthy of a Booker prize? Sometimes I don’t want to write … [Read more...] about Ink and Paper
Poetry
An almost unnoticeable masterpiece
My eyes are drawn like magnets To the cotton acini of the cherry blossom In another reality I would lie on that lemonade pink pillow And find the time to sift through what is unfolding before me The static canal, a wrinkled mirror Peacefully disrupted by a defibrillating breeze Tilting trees lapping at its surface To offset the stream of the frosty sun Daffodils … [Read more...] about An almost unnoticeable masterpiece