Every other day on our social media pages we will be sharing anti-racism resources as well as black artists to uplift and celebrate. We will be updating the list here, so all of the artists and resources will all be in one place. Now is the time for everyone to get involved. We need to … Continue reading ANTI-RACISM RESOURCES / UPLIFT, SUPPORT, CELEBRATE
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A Mother’s Anxiety
How did I not know? How did I miss the signs? How did I not notice? Was there not a change in her voice? Did she not lose the twinkle in her eye? How could I not see the torment she was suffering inside? Was I so absorbed in my own life? Fooled by her … Continue reading A Mother’s Anxiety
Self-Doubt; Sit With Me.
Evil, sly, existence Living somewhere within Your sludge deep inside of me Navigating my path with your sins. So self righteous and destructive Such a nightmare to endure I start to create, then somehow, end up a pathetic pile on the floor. Release me from your grips Those claws imbedded in my brain Set me … Continue reading Self-Doubt; Sit With Me.
Note To Self…
I must remember that I, the self, does not exist. . It’s just a concept . I am everything around me I am consciousness I am awareness . All of the things used to describe me belong to themselves I am not attached to ‘the self’ I am simply this... I am … Continue reading Note To Self…
Symptomatic
Dull ache and pressure felt in my chest, The only remedy to sit down and rest. Ribs feeling bruised, aching and sore, Headache hard breathing impossible to ignore. A wave of symptoms followed by a calm, Of no symptoms at all this virus is no harm. And then all of a sudden from out of … Continue reading Symptomatic
Lock-down.
Too much pressure Too much time Too much uncertainty Too much to climb . Too many emotions Not enough space A clogged up brain With only time to waste . Deeply stored frustrations New triggers to entice Past projections fog Is it so hard to just be nice? . With so much confusion Leaving it … Continue reading Lock-down.
Pandemic Poetry
Covid-19 It seemed so far away almost untrue, Will it get nearer, when will it affect you? Infectious by nature, infectious by name, Human population all thinking the same. A shift in energy for better or for worse? Media have portrayed it as if it’s a curse. With a fever and cough just like a … Continue reading Pandemic Poetry
Love, Loathing, and Flat-Packed Furniture
Dear Long Lost Ex-Høsbånd, I find myself today at IKEA. There are many options out there for low-cost home goods, but somehow I always end up here. Something to do with the meatballs. . Hey — remember the home we used to share? The centrally-located 2.5 room Altbau where you continue to live, but without … Continue reading Love, Loathing, and Flat-Packed Furniture
Today.
Believing it’s what we need Rather than what we want Tricked into thought With an unnecessary response. Whilst the world burns down The seas continue to rise Ignorant people follow suit Living out their foolish lies. Deadlines must be met But for who? Or why? Generations of rushed people Never a break Too busy … Continue reading Today.
H. O’Neill
Can’t sit Mind walks. Can’t walk Mind flies. Can’t fly Mind sits, Sinks and cries. - H. O'Neill - Jack Hare (photograph)