This is Submission ELEVEN of The Whisky Words. The Whisky Words is a writing project (and a giveaway). The winner has been announced. Stillborn there was nothing–no sound no movement no hopeone night you were boldly with me, and the next morning, gone unexpected and torrential in its suddenness and cruelty. i sleep and breathe … Continue reading Whisky Words: Project (11)
Is it just me who's blind, Or did the world go blind too? I don't know where, or how to look for the answer, without my eyes. The wind can speak, And the leaves can gossip. The sun can giggle, And the clouds can cry. How has this remained a secret for so long? Every … Continue reading A new shade.
The big bang theory. Big This terrible world we live in, is beautiful. Miracles are all around us. We are miracles. What else do we need to believe? It'll take a second for the next big bang to wipe our existence, and yet every morning the sun colors the sky in hues of orange, yellow … Continue reading The big bang theory.
You, the universe and stardust. These are two of my favorite poems. You may not believe in magic, But don't you think it strange, The amount of matter in our universe, Has never slightly changed, That all which makes your body, Was once part of something more, And every breath you ever breathe, Has seen … Continue reading You, the universe and stardust.