F/Christchurch, New Zealand An avid reader, sometime traveller, and urban photographer. Have spent most of my life writing essays. Maybe I can write something else? Overly fond of rhyme and children's verse. Aspire to produce a decent haiku. 263 followers / 7.0k words
Ride this moment till the end, With your consciousness strapped behind a seat belt. Who knows the roads we will take, The views that we will see, And the stories we will make.
on delicate stems wildflower quavers quiver in the bluesy breeze
5-7-5 ‘And here’s to the blues, the real blues - where there’s a hint of hope in every cry of desperation.’ - David Mutti Clark, Professor Brown Shoes Teaches the Blues
her life spliffs in a series of luminous crescendos culminating in a bassinet and bottle for a porcupine spewing tears and spittle while the man she married commits ping-pong with the video and her friends television around the world as the hours go drip drip drip