The Off Button Stop talking to me! I shout while I go along with his frustrations. Is there an off button perhaps? Who ever said that…Is there such a thing a bad? I’m frustrated about the world but I’m acting like a child. I only sit here and demand what …
The riddle, L’Énigme, a page in my digital notebook which makes no sense. A true riddle for myself, still don’t know why I published it but I did and well, you don’t rip out the page from your notebook because it didn’t make sense at the time. Stuck in life, …
How can I be a princess without a proper seat, she said brusquely. I could make one, I replied. But I do need your help, first of all you should tell me what a princess chair should look like. Our 6 year old princess seemed a bit square minded when …
Gravity chosen, objects float,eyes closed. Read between the lines, she said. Sounds travel mondegreen in the winds. While diaphanous figures dancing above. Read trough the fresh washed cotton. Naked in the earth. Grains sip trough toes like an hourglass.Nor an end nor beginning, only sand.Connected trough light years, penciled in …
Sitting in the shade of the tree planted in my grandmothers memory.A little bird uses the branch to scout the grass. With her red breast she starts singing sweet songs. The melody enchants me. Slowly I start hearing words instead of whistles. Don’t worry about tomorrow, live and take each …
Standing on the same intersection as where my first blog stranded. “Who am I writing this for?“ Is it to perform my best writing to show others how good I might be. For me never good enough striving to be the best. Whilst there is no best in personal stories. …
Nothing ever happens in a life on routine.Buy our new toothpaste! I hear the radio shout.News papers fill the kitchen table. Time is marked in every room.While the wall mounted rectangle tells where the world is all about. Nothing happens.The alarm cruelly disrupts my sleep.With coffee time honored as sacred.Lunch …
Settled in Wanaka, needing a job. My bank account was drained from my “luxurious” life on campgrounds on the north. Not make concessions on my choices of dinner, I remember making a red wine lamb stew in the back of my van. And off course I had lost the van …
Distance the far horizon measured, numbered in miles.Eye of the craftsmen questioned. The foot, the thumb, out of mind. Phone, bank, driver license, passport, social…. numbers.Statistics, how many, how much, how heavy, how low, how high. More numbers to satisfy the wants. Printed on paper, written and signed, presented on …
The knob turned to 6000 years in the past my hand hovers over the big green button, on which it says in big bold letters GO! I hover but do not push. My rational thinking becomes aware. Traveling 6000 years in a split second, should you not be prepared? I …
