Kites on the Gaza Strip

I weave all that has not been told between wicker and twisted sheets and colour them white, blue, pink, red, orange, yellow, green then tie it up, together in a meaningless shape and let it go and the sky takes it and another and another and we, left on the hot, dry sand, are left…

Just Don’t Call Me Bitter

I graduated from a top performing arts school a few years ago. More years ago than I care to admit, not having the type or quantity of work behind me that I’d perhaps like. My main excuse is that my time at the school was not at all what I expected. It ruined me. Mentally…

Thoughts on Terror

Thought 1. I’m scared.   Thought 2. I don’t understand   Thought 3. I need to get out of here.   Thought 4. I just want those I know to know that if I’m going to die from a random stranger publicly slaying me for their unknown cause that I was probably in that public…

US08

next to God of course America i am surprised as you were constantly devouring the secret of life sdrawkcab that you mistook it for faith upon which you built a machine with which to create Belief. And still, when your pillars of stability and osowonderous importance were struck down you did not falter to wage…

Relieved

We need relief from our humanity, insanity, sometimes I think from gravity. Relief from this Earth, relief from the impossible mess we’ve become. We need to be relieved of everyone and everything to look inside ourselves and see what it is we will be once relieved of all this. The daily struggle of simply trying…

Politics in the time of…this.

What does it mean if we cannot change? I’ve grown up to this point, and am fairly sure others have, believing there is an ideal that history is leading towards, through our mistakes and our triumphs. But what if this ‘ideal’ world of equality, of tolerance, of peace, is only a hope within the minds…

More 21st Century thoughts

Of course it’s all been said before, what between two, possibly 3 world wars there’s nothing that surprises us, inspires us, decides for us, comprises us. The word ‘bombs’ blown up to 96 point Futura; it’s all too familiar. What is this? What is this? Waiting for stasis to put us in our places. We hate…