Category Archives: reverie

I’ve always liked this word.
When I was a child I thought
it meant slipping into another
dimension.

not quite the end 

I’m taking a holiday from this blog. And my head isn’t coming with me. When I return I hope it’s rooted in dirt growing leaves and something useful other than its well recognised implements of torture. Thank you for reading

not quite the end 

I’m taking a holiday from this blog. And my head isn’t coming with me. When I return I hope it’s rooted in dirt growing leaves and something useful other than its well recognised implements of torture. Thank you for reading

have you seen gordon flanders???

So a fellow writer on Conceited Crusade has gone rogue. A semi-feral loose in New York. I’m not worried— he was always a ghost of a ghost in my machine. And yet, it’s been a while and I miss hearing

have you seen gordon flanders???

So a fellow writer on Conceited Crusade has gone rogue. A semi-feral loose in New York. I’m not worried— he was always a ghost of a ghost in my machine. And yet, it’s been a while and I miss hearing

like fireflies and phosphorescence

Originally posted on Conceited Crusade:
And these drugs, they’re murder on the brain. They mute the migraines, short circuit misfiring neurons, but, in return, I feel dull as a fax machine. My writing are copies of copies. I can still…

like fireflies and phosphorescence

Originally posted on Conceited Crusade:
And these drugs, they’re murder on the brain. They mute the migraines, short circuit misfiring neurons, but, in return, I feel dull as a fax machine. My writing are copies of copies. I can still…

it’s never fucking disco

I’ve had enough bad news. Bowie. Rickman. Killing off Alice Morgan. Fucking aggravated my migraine and already anxious disposition. Life’s never fair, but go tell someone else. I’m still waiting for things to even out. But the man who shares

it’s never fucking disco

I’ve had enough bad news. Bowie. Rickman. Killing off Alice Morgan. Fucking aggravated my migraine and already anxious disposition. Life’s never fair, but go tell someone else. I’m still waiting for things to even out. But the man who shares

‘see you in 2016,’ she said.

a famous writer was quoted— but I knew when not to write. it was like fucking. you had to rest the godhead now and then.

‘see you in 2016,’ she said.

a famous writer was quoted— but I knew when not to write. it was like fucking. you had to rest the godhead now and then.

society

“Nothing is worse for this than society. Nothing is worse for this than the abrasive, if enjoyable, effect of other people.”

society

“Nothing is worse for this than society. Nothing is worse for this than the abrasive, if enjoyable, effect of other people.”

my mum was a jedi

The force is real, mum said, it’s how I knew you stole out of your room when you were grounded. I was gobsmacked, but it was wicked that my mum was a Jedi.

my mum was a jedi

The force is real, mum said, it’s how I knew you stole out of your room when you were grounded. I was gobsmacked, but it was wicked that my mum was a Jedi.

observable universe

i think i said:
i like the places my brain is going.
it’s leaving our local group.

observable universe

i think i said:
i like the places my brain is going.
it’s leaving our local group.

am i writing or is it writing me?

I wrote today while they were gone and the house was more than quiet, it was empty, vacant like a bomb had gone off somewhere and people were extinct.

am i writing or is it writing me?

I wrote today while they were gone and the house was more than quiet, it was empty, vacant like a bomb had gone off somewhere and people were extinct.

#LoveOverFear

I have come across many knee-jerk posts about Paris, watched as they lingered and then got stuck in emotional quicksand: pain, anger, indignation, and finally hate. Exclamation marks were profuse.

#LoveOverFear

I have come across many knee-jerk posts about Paris, watched as they lingered and then got stuck in emotional quicksand: pain, anger, indignation, and finally hate. Exclamation marks were profuse.

oi flanders!

I’m not bedridden. Is there such a thing as ‘houseridden’? The migraine has been diligent the past two weeks. I think it may be preparing to go on holiday, and making sure that while abroad, it’s not forgotten. A needy

oi flanders!

I’m not bedridden. Is there such a thing as ‘houseridden’? The migraine has been diligent the past two weeks. I think it may be preparing to go on holiday, and making sure that while abroad, it’s not forgotten. A needy

sharks ate my post

I woke this morning with an image of a city set adrift on an ocean. There must be a story there, or a poem at least, I thought. I was Hemingway’s old man hauling the great fish home even as

sharks ate my post

I woke this morning with an image of a city set adrift on an ocean. There must be a story there, or a poem at least, I thought. I was Hemingway’s old man hauling the great fish home even as

solo flight

I thought I’d tell you about the cocoon of routine, how it’s like space exploration, predictable in its mathematical equations, however dangerous because you can’t calculate for meteors that come flying past your ear. But you’re too smart to succumb

solo flight

I thought I’d tell you about the cocoon of routine, how it’s like space exploration, predictable in its mathematical equations, however dangerous because you can’t calculate for meteors that come flying past your ear. But you’re too smart to succumb

interview – listentothebabe

Is it pure vanity to reblog a feature on yourself? Originally posted on fēlan: listentothebabe knows how to make us pay attention and delve in deep when it comes to her work. Please tell us a bit about yourself. I’m

interview – listentothebabe

Is it pure vanity to reblog a feature on yourself? Originally posted on fēlan: listentothebabe knows how to make us pay attention and delve in deep when it comes to her work. Please tell us a bit about yourself. I’m

#socality

Dear– I get why you shoved your head in the oven Some days are not worth their sunrise They should remain black as 3am. X © listentothebabe

#socality

Dear– I get why you shoved your head in the oven Some days are not worth their sunrise They should remain black as 3am. X © listentothebabe