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I’m going to a writing group
The boldest step I’ve taken
Through bravery to slavery
My freedom now forsaken
With biro tip
I let words skip
And hours pass away
In images, analogies
And woven words at play
In silken nouns
And deft pronouns
I let the rhythm drive
The thoughts that come
In sighs like song
When words are set alive
In perfect tense the past recalls
Imperfect memories linger
Alliteration, fast and fierce,
Falls from my aching finger
With adjectival phrase delightful
Adverbial clauses fight
In lengthy pauses for writing’s causes
And space on a Tuesday night
On a Hammock
The wind stills you
Mean to me
Is real or true
I will hope yet
I will not
When velvet night draws down a blind
Against the smiling moon
The cool warmth of that silver eye
Reflects the heat of noon
As visions swim through memories
Of vivid lucid light
The eye now reads in sunlit glare
The story book of night
The pages torn, the ink that spilt
The fractured theme of day
The voiceless sounds
The faceless names
The mind’s mystique at play
Through lidded eyes
And sound stopped ears
The visions fade too soon
And faces drown in moonlight
As darkness fills the room
Today my skin is cracked.
I am slowly growing out of my body
To embrace the day.
I am used to silence. Continue reading
It is said ‘some friendships are made in heaven’ and it could not have been more true than for the two professors, he of nuclear physics she also a physicist, unknown to each other until they met at the neat house on the edge of the town, unremarkable except for the cameras and coded locks.
It did not take them long to discover that they shared a conviction, which quite simply was, that they came from distant planets and were erroneously here on this one. All their waking hours and likely many asleep were devoted to planning their return. There was no question that they would go together, their origins were galaxies apart, so their plans were not complicated by any emotional expectations. They had work to do. He drew minutely detailed blueprints of the ship that would take him home. An identical one would take her.
Such was their enthusiasm that others in the house began to believe that they too were from somewhere out there. They found names for their ‘proper’ homes and could describe in detail the lives and shapes they had had and begged to join one or other of the returning vessels. When told they could not they began their own plans cribbing diligently from the nuclear physicist. The doctors and nurses were initially uneasy at this lunacy but saw the excitement generated and the collective focus and did not try to disillusion their charges. Indeed the atmosphere in the house was calmer than it had ever been which made their work easier.
One star bright night in April they decided quite spontaneously that they could dispense with all the complicated drawing and simply beam themselves home from the rooftop. They figured the code on the door with no difficulty, found a ladder and managed to get up onto the roof.
Hope did not confuse them, nor disillusion with the present. They knew they could move faster than God so neither time nor distance were obstacles. Their vision of where they were going was clear. Amongst all the stars visible and beyond sight they knew their aim but, finding themselves still up there at dawn, they realized their calculations were not quite right so returned inside to fine tune their equations.
They are there now, in that house pouring over and adding to the blue prints tacked to the walls. There are nearly always other residents, doctors and nurses standing gazing at the complicated drawings. No questions; awe and wonder silenced all doubt.
First time I hear the word I sad.
Sis holding my hand bending down,
‘wave’ she says as mum turns to look at us
as they help her
into the car with the light on top.
She looks lost, I don’t know
why she is going? where?
I copy Sis – lift my arm flap my hand up and down.
I go down to the beach not long after
I want to do something I alone
‘you gotta be brave,’ my dad said
so I slipped out the back door.
Sis, in her room crying,
Gran, frozen face in the kitchen
washing up, moving things around –
not here much.
They all told me over and over, don’t go down the cliff path
to the beach alone. Only ever been once before
with Dad when we’d moved to the new house
a day or two or three before Mum went off.
He’d had to carry me back up,
we didn’t stay long
‘cos the tide was in he said.
I didn’t know the name for them – those roaring giants –
The wind so strong – I so small an light –
spray stinging my face
scared, so scared
crashing onto the sand over and over
and over – rising up out there rushing in –
crazy beasts nothing could stop.
I let go of myself – yelled an yelled
felt my crying pour over my face.
I wanted to run into the frothing
lose myself in the toss and tumble
I stood there – stood there –
me being, being there so small
bigger than I was
big enough to let it all in –
an all the broken bits
– let it all in and not be eaten up by it
You’re a wonder;
a sculpture, sprawled
on a doctor’s fawning sofa.
Your tummy bare.
With our black and white heir
treading through a monitor
Our unschooled minds aghast
at a ghost with a heartbeat.
A dot, a pea, a locket of skin,
a secret growing into a name.
Today we are parents.
No longer forced like spies to hush words
and halve sentences,
or deal in whispers and sly kisses
to stretching skin.
For three months
You’ve carried our gift
wrapped in a sea of skin.
You and he,
Your bump, too bold, too brave,
to keep secret.
So today we can tell the world.
If you want to control the format of your post, I don’t recommend formatting it in the program you wrote the text. This is because different programs can apply formatting codes differently. You can post from Word, but the results can be unexpected – sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t.
If you have set up for a new post, you will have in front of you an edit box with two tabs at the top right hand corner: “Visual” and “HTML”. The latter is, as you might expect, for people who speak HTML, so not recommended if you just want a straightforward post – select the “Visual” tab. At the top of the edit box are a set of buttons. Put the mouse over a button and wait for the popup – it will give you a hint about what it does.
Once you have copied the text from your document, click anywhere inside the edit box then click on the “Paste as plain text” button (it’s the one with the “T” on it). Your text will appear in the default paragraph style. To illustrate what you can do, I have posted some text from a notepad document.
“I am the text from a notepad document
I have been pasted as plain text so I can illustrate that it is possible to format paragraphs in the following ways
right justify text
change the font colour
indent the text by one
Insert a ♠ or a Ω or any number of weird characters
There are even special paragraph styles (this is heading 2)
But remember that formats apply to paragraphs,
so if you want to change the format of the next line,
you have to make it a new paragraph.
Line spacing is a bit weird in WordPress, so you will have to play with it to work it out. If you insert a paragraph break, it sometimes inserts an extra line for some reason. You can delete the one above the next paragraph.
This is the last line of the text from the notepad document.”