Updated: Apr 29
Monday 24th April 2023
Highly valued and sought after,
I never felt that way when I was young.
I did feel kind of special,
Like a poor princess.
Because I was the oldest child.
The first born.
In a community of waywards.
A community of fringed and feckless.
It was never royal, no purple and gold,
No privilledge or pomp.
Poor man's Gold.
Wednesday 17th May 2023 Shapes merge with intersecting lines The connections darkened Neurons enhanced good times. Without thought, direction or focus. Just the journey, meandering process. This is th
Tuesday 23rd May 2023 I never want to leave Norway. The air is so much much cleaner, The water tastes better. I feel more animal, leaner. It's all so much less recycled. Compared to home it's a paradi
Monday 22nd May 2023 The wire blows in the gentle breeze. Lifting up and down, gently shifting side to side. A wave motion making visible the invisible air. A slack rope cutting between upended Discar