Stop wishing you were someone else, somewhere else doing something else.
I recently had the pleasure to, once again, attend a Rebel Art Club event. For those of you not familiar with this clandestine organisation, we are a group of (somewhat) creatives that meet on-line from time to time to share our artistic response to a particular brief.
its bin day again
watch the weeks waste away while
life is recycled
I am finding myself drawn to poetry and death. So here is a poem about boats (it’s not really, it’s about death)
Remember always that this is happening to everyone, you really are not alone – don’t feel like you are and don’t live that way
Just to be clear
There is no me without her.
It’s fair to say that, growing up, I ate conservatively. I was well into my teens before I ate pasta or pizza.
I’ll let you be in my gap if I can be in yours.
You have to hand it to the crooners of the 1950s. In song, at least, they knew how to pay a compliment.
Having someone with the profile of Brad Pitt knowing that you exist is, I am sure, something of a rush.