Lunch time musing

It’s coming to the end of my working week. I have been spending a lot of time in front of a screen, so imagine my surprise when I spontaneously wrote this… Computational lifeEnterPasswordUnknown userSystem errorRebootRestartSpark (of life)Blue lightto greenBlinkingUpdate installedChargedEnterOpenFileSaveRenameArchiveCloseFluorescentBlue screenLostRecoveredUnable to duplicateCoding errorHelpDeskBoundRestrictedAccessPermittedCalculateCreateDistributeScheduleReportOn holdProgrammeSettingsNo longer supportedTransferUserLicenseDelete.

Linking poet to reader

Here is a little musing I had after lunch today. It was inspired by thoughts about what happens to a poem after it’s written…who ‘finds’ it, what do they make of it? There are barriers between us-Time and spaceDisconnected bodiesI wonder when you will existang you will question if I ever didWill these shapes runningContinue reading “Linking poet to reader”

Shattered light

The human soul is often depicted as a flame. The flickering that creates the light in our eyes and perhaps gives the universe colour. But what happens if the light breaks, distorting the colours and the human? Life Colours Red for the anger That burns like fire. White for the fear You chose to holdContinue reading “Shattered light”

Flow of consciousness

I wrote this poem last night at approx. 9.55pm. I was on the train coming home from MCing a poetry night. Flows Tied to words that flow in a torrent a flood of ideas sparking off each other sending electrical pulses in all directions riding this storm of thought ebbing and surging the words keepContinue reading “Flow of consciousness”

Part 2: more musings on a museum

Museum Part II The museum is closed for renovations. Exhibits have been torn apart for storage and future reassembly. No new ideas are being accepted. The notion of dust is rejected. Visitors are not welcome to muse their way through collections. There is to be only the lonely desolation, the emptiness of forced stillness. InkContinue reading “Part 2: more musings on a museum”

Part 1: Musings on a museum

Museum Part I My new words are housed in this ancient museum Dust softly wafts down to stick to ink as it dances across the paper. Immediately redundant and tired they fade further into irrelevance with each passing second. This ancient museum is a place where ideas come to grow lonely. No visitors crowd the corridors it isContinue reading “Part 1: Musings on a museum”

Moments before a performance

I am MCing an event on Tuesday 31 May at Wellington’s in/famous Fringe Bar. The line up introduces a number of new and emerging poets. I love supporting people on the beginning of their performance journey. The newbies will be supported by some regulars – I love the way the members of our little communityContinue reading “Moments before a performance”