Monthly Archives: January 2015

It is coming

I can no sleep,
I lie here –
Dread strokes my belly.
My fingers are ice
As I shiver in anticipation.

I’ve watched them fall,
First the one,
Then the next.
The wolves are stalking –
I am easy prey.

I knew it would come,
This slow burning from within.
My eyes are a dry stinging,
My hands chaffed and cracked.
There is no way out.

Libros Caras

I walked into the room,
Light broke on thousand voices
Each crying his own name,
Each longing for understanding
As he thoughtlessly raises monument
And tomb
To incomplete ideas

It was the same conversation I had abandoned with disgust,
The same droning bleat of mindless children
Alone and confused and asleep –
Murmurs of justification and sanctification through mediocrity,
Resonant praise of broken logic.

That place is a hell,
A mire for the soul.

God save you all.

Oh grant me fucking life,
Teach my mind to distill this chaos into some semblance of sanity.
There is no realty,
I know no ego,
Nor any person who can share these thoughts
With damaged and incomplete,
With souls I would rather devour.

My wisdom is a curse
And intellect a burden to drag my neck
To depths that none can probe.

I am so angry
And incomplete and full of angerhatedisdain.
I want to know none of you
Your scent turns my stomach –
I retch at your face.

I go now to no place.
I go now to a place that is no place,
but none of you is there,
And I do not fret
Over my incompleteness.


He floats along,
Carried swiftly by a torrent
Outside himself.
He floats high above me,
Just before me –
I am his echo.

I see him cry,
Now spread himself,
Stretch his mind over the frame of his peers,
Larger than he was,
Grander than he has any right to be.

I am carried.
We are tired,
This being and I,
This self and the shadow –
I can not escape though it is not clear
Who is I.

We will se rapproche,
That future being
And the watcher that knows my thoughts,
That will know my thoughts.

I fear that reunion,
He is thought and energy,
I am void.
Together we shall spawn emotion,
Pain and regret and doubt.

I fear the cascade.


Come thou fount,
Come thou fount of joy
That I may drain thee
Of hope.

Come thou bounty,
Source of blessing
That I may taint
Thy purest flow.

Thus is life,
Pain masked with delusion,
Momentary solidarity,
Death of dream.

Come to me,
Come thought of purity,
I will fill thee,
Corrupt thine eyes with perjury

Thus is life,
Dream of the dreamer
Awareness of consciousness
Most broken.

Baking Blowup

Our Baking Will Blow Your Mind

The Dinner

A Space for Fellowship

Mick On Everything

Just a regular guy who is interested in everything

Wherever you go, there you are.

And here I am, Judith Clarke, writer.


Turning Tears and Laughter into Words

A Word From The Raven's Beak

Or whatever I came up with whilst eating cereal this morning

Syl65's Blog

Poetry, music, creative writing and a desire to inspire....Isaiah 45:2-7 I will go before you and will level the mountains[a]; I will break down gates of bronze and cut through bars of iron. 3 I will give you hidden treasures, riches stored in secret places, so that you may know that I am the Lord

Words are mighty

poems, and poems again

Itty Bitty Journeys

Epic Tales of Tiny Adventures


literary fictions, flashes, fiascos


The heart has to be able to act against itself. (m.m.)

A Holistic Journey

Finding my way back out of motherhood -- while mothering

Experimental Fiction

"Come with me, and you'll be, in a world of pure imagination" Willy Wonka, 1971

Just breathe.

Life is beautiful. And there is so much to be grateful for.


A work in progress

Nathan Blixt

Art, Text, Code, Design