A Song of Spring
A as time brings a new season,
shed the attachments
that no longer serve your growth,
and emerge
more beautiful,
ready to float through life’s currents… … More A Song of Spring
A as time brings a new season,
shed the attachments
that no longer serve your growth,
and emerge
more beautiful,
ready to float through life’s currents… … More A Song of Spring
Hey guys!
I wrote a new post this morning,
and it’s literally the most important thing in my world today.
Won’t you like it?
Share it?
Comment?
You don’t need to say anything meaningful.
Heck, you don’t even have to read it… … More Attention Please
Dancing shadows on the window,
as the morning sun streams in to an otherwise work-depressed office… … More Workday Blues
One of the most gratifying parts of the creative process is when the audience shares genuine feedback on what that particular piece has done for them.
Unfortunately, the plague of the “Like” has robbed many works of getting meaningful comment. It’s far easier for a reader to tap a thumbs up / star, then keep scrolling to the next item in their feed. … More No likes…just genuine feedback
For those who have been here a while, you’ll know that I’ve been working on my book for a number of years – an anthology of what I consider my most meaningful creative pieces (poetry and prose) since I started writing 15-odd years ago.
It’s been quite a journey so far, and after many, many revisions, a lost typographer along the way, and some delving into the world of cover design, I’ve finally completed what I hope will be the final document. … More The birth of a book
Remember the One
Who is always with you,
Who loves for you to ask of Him,
Who listens to your pleas,
Who guides your heart to that which is best for you. … More Remembrance
Knock knock.
Who’s there?
You know who.
That annual visitor,
who comes around
to remind you of how strong you really are.
Learn Learn Learn
More More More
Meet Meet Meet
But wanting to
Sleep Sleep Sleep. … More Ballad of a workday morning
I want to go home.
Away from the bustle.
Away from the world;
the competitiveness,
the cars,
the companies,
the selling,
the promotions and offers. … More Out of place
There’s a certain beauty
In being without the light.
No noise.
No televisions blaring.
None of the usual pastimes
that we suffocate the silence with.