All this is written by me. Which makes me a writer: not a good writer, or necessarily a bad writer, but a new writer. The trouble with writing however is that there is an assumption that someone will read the end result.
Which is a bit presumptuous really.
But, since you’re here…
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Swimming
Swimming out beyond the bobbers I said, and you agreed, that I don’t like to think about how deep the water is,
Silly poem
Walking out the coffee shop, is your gob sufficiently smacked, your flabber appropriately ghasted?
Arrogant poem
It is a serious thing to suggest, but perhaps there are times when Dylan Thomas is wrong.
Black Butterfly
Today I saw a black butterfly hover among the summer flowers
Words
In the darkness, into the quiet of my house, the world follows me.
Passing
I measure the passing of time in expired milk
To Wonder
In the fields, in the dark have you felt the bass notes of the universe?
Fear?
Do not fight your fear. She is not your enemy.
Breathe
Look up, around. Can you see it?
Dance
Life is not transaction, and if we insist on making it so…
Don Lowe 