I never get the exposure I like. There’s either too much or too little light Either I’m the centre of attention or ignored. I never get the exposure I like. I never seem to be in focus. There always seems to be a bit of blur. Like squinting and not seeing right. I never seem to be in focus. It makes me momentarily snap. Noise I can’t help but notice. Always sort of in the wrong frame of mind. It makes me momentarily snap. Though I get my daily dose of the Masters of Photography I wonder what’s wrong with me. Nothing clicks though I get my daily dose of the Masters of Photography. oppo_32oppo_3 ..read more

In the dark about after hours, and what happens when the minutes run out with that last second on hand, we sit in a circle holding hands waiting for an off-guard spirit to drunkenly blurt something out. If ever there was a chance, you’d think your loved ones would give you a sign. With the clocks ticking down, whether grandfather or digital, putting them back is an autumnal dance. Me personally I’d love to hear from that mother of mine ..read more

Some voices get heard. Some voices ignored. Some voices are monologues. Some voices join in dialogues. Some voices have power. Some voices fall on deaf ears. Some voices get to lie-detector screen. Some voices get guillotined. Some voices find their voice. Some voices speak for a generation. Some voices rejoice, and some voices voice their frustration. Some voices love the sound of their own. Some voices mimic their clone. Some voices rant and rave and some voices haunt the guilty from the grave. Some voices bring calm. Some voices bring harm. Some voices can sing. Some voices can sting. Some ..read more

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I’m a bit tearful thinking of it but had some wine and that puts me in touch with what I’m feeling. When my heart and head collide and fit. Sorry, yes, it’s embarrassing. Tough as nails I’m gonna drive it home. Laying on the floor I’m ready to give in. Writers everywhere have their favourite illiterate reader riddled with sin. Tips for everyone serving a glassful of tonic with a nothing of gin. This is the heart of the matter as a matter of the heart: I’m full of fear about the future today and the future is full of fear that I’ve stayed up too late to not let tomorrow have its say. Today was ..read more

Made a guess at hearing the plane you were on leaving across the sea overhead as I looked up from my balcony breadcrust with your home emptied of your books, and clothes, as my books gather dust and wardrobe hangs like lead, moth-eaten with wanderlust. I guess you’re halfway done with here and halfway done with there as, like you say, it doesn’t feel like home” like someone who needs space from what’s coming and what’s gone. Every explorer needs an evening sat on the sofa. Every malcontent needs a laugh. Every day needs adventure. Every squeaky clean pop star needs a bath. Everyone waiting f ..read more

When fearing curses dominate verses and pure coincidence leads to waking dreams of waving friends ignoring passing hearses with odds in favour of things going well and mouthless spirits gagged from spinning their dark spell, that little voice in your head asks ‘But am I that jinxed to be voodoo chicken led?’ When going mad and being reckless with bottles pouring out their medicine poisonous joining in the drinking and daring yourself to dive in at the deep end of red water as you burp out speaking speech bubbles live that little voice in your head eggs you on to repeat what you just foolishly ..read more

As social media mimic philosophers write ‘life’s not a rehearsal’ which extras put a like for, while doing the same thing every day eternal flash car deep thinkers wear fashionable hundred dollar bill suits, and second hand beggar cat walkers rub together coppers like perfect poverty beauts. Meanwhile, hairdressers, famed for idle chat shop talk, go on strike deep in thought, as their sitting waiting mirror-gazing customers mull over their greying hair experience they might have swept away to nought. Aging over thinkers turning sixty wonder how the years went by so quickly while those living l ..read more

The sea turned to turquoise from grey. When my memory lapsed, I remembered what I was here for. The rain fell like a rainbow that had missed out on people who couldn’t stay. People who were in as you knocked but who hid behind their door. All those excuses to keep horizons in the distance behind lenses double-thick. Smoking behind the bike sheds. Authority’s gonna come down on you like a ton of bricks. You never went for it 100% and your tongue’s gonna chop off your empty heads ..read more

Day dream out the window. Watch birds perch on trees. See sums mathematically disappear and photographic figures historically freeze. Watch your parents come back to life and days miraculously dawn. See your diary mundanely return to the day you were born. Watch glasses drink up bar tenders pouring down their throat benders. See calendars for decades to come and chew predictions like weather forecast gum. As bad kids get told off for telling it as it is and good teachers tell them off for making it show biz, day dream out the window and muck about making up a god that might last ‘til tomorrow ..read more