“But the wood is tired, and the wood is old.
And we’ll make it fine, if the weather holds.
But if the weather holds, we’ll have missed the point:
that’s where I need to go”
– Indigo Girls: The Wood Song
Over the years, I have found that putting pen to paper is a vital part of working things out in my head (and heart); and discovering how I feel about the subject.
The act of framing a situation, an emotion or a condition with my own words is very healing and often revealing.
To be honest, it feels a little weird to be sharing these particular works with you, but I feel that doing so is something of a rite of passage.
All I can say is:
I am here.
This is me.
I am presenting my self.
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- distinguishing Miles from Coltrane
- The Noise of Suffocating Goldfish
- Nightmare Scenario
- Conversations With My Mother – 1: Apology
- Conversations With My Mother – 3: I’ve Got To Look Away From You
- Poetry Techniques
- Imagined Spaces
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AUTHOR: I am might war. I have a love of music, the written word, travel, Anime, polar bears, people and “sticking and colouring”.