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A creative observer who writes about life, including what happens when we lose our shit. Highlighting the typical, unusual twists and comedy of it all.

An index of random musings on life and stuff

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Links & Listicles

While having a mini tantrum about the lack of layout options available (if you don’t want to create a pub) I decided to build a bridge and get over myself and put together an index-ish list. I’m not one for scrolling, so it only seemed fair to limit that for anyone that drops by.

However you decide to digest these musings, I do hope you find something that inspires thought, a fresh perspective, or maybe a little chuckle.

Please do have a rummage around the lists, perhaps leave some claps or a comment about what you find, or not, it's…


Free verse

Photo by Margaret Polinder on Unsplash – Effect by Author

Each day,
hour
minute
second,
stabs deeper
with each
blunt stroke.

Breath stifled,
choked
by silent
hands.
Living half (in)
chasing
an (out)

Exit —
not found, for real?
doubts truth.

Until

The urge
a feeling,
a sight
a silhouette,
buried
in the distant
inscrutable,
unknown.

Familiar,
whispers.

Could it be
a relief?
(Nah) couldn’t be

Then what, who, why?

Don’t seek
Don’t think
Don’t remember

Just stay (here)
with me
in the dream,
you can hide
when you
awake.

Don’t worry —

I’ll return
each day
every hour
every minute
every second,
stabbing
deeper —
with every
blunt
stroke
time delivers
you to (my) hands
for submission,
recalibrate
as (I)…


Musings on perceived requirements to fall in line with other people’s sacrifices, time and opinions

Image by Crystal Ponce from Pixabay

Hi, I’m TC — A Proud Non-Conformist

I’ve never been one to colour inside the lines of the standard picture, or try to fit in a box of any sort. Plus a high tendency to break out in hives when forced to do anything under assumptions. Basically, I’m defiant as fuck. However, just to be clear to all the “jump to conclusion-ists”…there are still high levels of courtesy and respect for others (to a point) with just enough morals, still present.

I tend to think deeply, logically and openly, steering clear of stagnantly fixating on either end of the spectrum relating to what is expected or unexpected…


A collection of limericks

Photo by JOSHUA COLEMAN on Unsplash

There once was a group of friends
That splintered off to different ends
At first, it was a bit tough
And hard not to be in a huff
But strong connections always transcend

All those random events shared
Like picking out the vomit from hair
That prick that hurt you
Or quick plan to thwart view
No need to decode it's already clear

Speeches and words are not necessary
The deeper the roots the more arbitrary
A shifted pitch or tone in a voice
Tells us it’s time to fight or rejoice
Yet, always knows when space is mandatory

So…


Cultured Newsletter: August 2021

The end is upon us, will you be ending or beginning?

Image by Author via Canva

This is the end, hold your breath and count to ten...
- Adele, Skyfall

Alright mate, enough dramatics it’s only the end of a season, not humanity. Well, pandemic pending and all that…

The end of summer or any season can bring a sense of somberness and finality, especially for some of us that live in places where the summer season turns up like a prodigal child. In the U.K you have to make the absolute most of it when the sun shows up. Honestly, it’s gotta be nature’s practical joke. …


A poem about the relentless encore of heartbreak

A black and white photo of a female dancer performing
Image by Clarence Alford from Pixabay

An empty soul tortured in a crowded room,
yet, no(one) can fill the barren space —
Screw the heartbreak that continues to loom,
blameless. For the cure (lies) in truths embrace.

Needs and cares shielded when confronted
Hidden for every performance that commences
Emoting from the stage but craves love unprompted
Falsely trapped in a vortex of hope and pretenses

The double-edged sword of being optimistic,
keep going, be open, it’s imperative to survive.
Feeling through the pain that's become ritualistic,
it’s expected, right (oh) fuck off un-welcomed gyve!

Hand-open, mouth primed awaiting consumption,
empty how? You bathe in bodies and…


A nostalgic look at the wise and cautionary one-liners I heard growing up and still cherish today

Image by Sculpies via Canva

Words of Wisdom

During your formative years, how much attention did you really pay to the words of caution or advice you may have heard growing up? If you’re anything like me probably not that not much, or perhaps only after the shit hit the fan a few times. How much still resonates with you now?

Growing up I was taught to own all of the words that came out of my mouth. …


A cinquain quartet

A view through a mountain valley of the northern lights, lighting the sky with a spectrum of colors
Image by David Mark from Pixabay

Twilight,
precedes nightfall.
Stands guard while the sun rests.
Magenta hues melt into midnights’
lit moon.

Light beams,
faster than sound.
Rays pierce through the shadows.
Fluorescent siblings of the sun
blazing.

Atoms,
aurora glows.
Colliding particles
stream magnetic fields of color
charged mass.

Astounds,
gasping for air.
Awe-inspiring views.
Dancing
gods twirling with the stars,
stunning.

This is a response to The Bazaar of the Bizarre August prompt — “write a single poem or a chain of verses using the Cinquain form.” set by MDSHall

Tagging — Jupiter Grant, Ajah Hales, Ashlea Morgan, Nada Chehade, Samedra Carter, Anthony O'Dugan


Scents of the city

Photo by Maria Molinero — Skunks added by Author

I have never seen or smelt a real skunk
Happily sheltered away from those punks
while living in a concrete jungle
my nose frankly didn’t stumble
across the stink bandits’ sprayed funk

Yet, there was no lack of sour fragrance
wafting from mouths and arses in sequence
when in close proximity on the train
a human sandwich you became
stuck in retch inducing coexistence

Many thanks to the emperor of quarantine boredom Will Hull for the tag

and the Eggloquent Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) for setting the challenge — “Write a limerick about a skunk?”

Tagging — Nada Chehade, Jee…

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