I have too many words to say. I talk too much, write too much, can be Too Much. But it's just that there are too many words to say. And sometimes it feels like I get lost in them. Lost in their possibility, Yes. Lost in their beauty, Maybe. Lost in their overwhelming expectations, Definitely.... Continue Reading →
where is the love
We are exhausted. Where IS the love?
start somewhere
I have never made a sponge cake.
who are you today?
Which you are you today?
once upon a time
Once upon a time there was a character in a story.
if you can’t say something nice
Clearly, I have not been sharing anything that I've been making for a while.
the pressure to be meaningful
Is all art meaningful?
new music for friday
Time for some new music.
Australian Summer
This is a short story I wrote a few months ago - in a similar way to the poem I shared recently, I'm pushing myself to publish more of what I create.
finding a melody
Some people would call it writer's block, but for me it's more like melody gone missing.
