quieting.
feeling the loneness
touching the scar
my own skin
but a shade lighter
from days.
days stacked on days
yellowed and faded yet
somehow
new,
for all that, because
changed.
quieting.
sshhh
feel it -
the earth is turning.
first rain in over a month
some kind of record for Ireland :)
Spanish and Austrian fans booing Infantino and "hydration" breaks :blobcatthumbsup: ⚽ #worldcup
in this sleepless heat
words are a poor use of breath;
this restless silence...
#dailyhaikuprompt 'toss'
"good child"
"bad child"
broken child
rattled into pieces
sifted & shaken flat
tossed on the dis-
assembly line,
recycled into obedience
g'night fedi
another world is not just possible,
it's maybe closer than we can imagine
keep the faith
don't lose hope
the future is empathetic
the future is cooperative
the future is ours
Lord of the Flies is bullshit
long read, but worth it.
i thoroughly recommend the book this article is adapted from.
so much growed
in what wasn't mowed
ox-eye daisy, three weeks into No-Mow May :)
alt courtesy of Proton's "Lumo" AI, prompted to describe the flower for people with visual impairments.
goodnight fedi
& remember: be yourself and fuck the begrudgers :)
this is nice
https://github.com/originalankur/maptoposter
there's an app if you're in the apple ecosystem
https://apps.apple.com/br/app/maptoposter/id6761305462?l=en-GB
where i grew up
before i go i would like to see -
just one time -
just one moment
one perfect moment of liminal grace:
swallows at dusk
crossing trails with bats
in the deepening blue
goodnight fedi
man, imagine there was no fedi...
i know i've said this before, dear void
(i am a human male)
we need new
and better
ways to be
men
place your bets...
the day before, this old iron table was clear of any and all debris bar the inevitable bird droppings (it's placed under a tree), then...
this small wonder of random placement - seedheads and (i'm guessing) their discarded protective coverings (?)
evening
would you like to see a tiny winged creature resting in a meadow-buttercup?
maybe this is like a telephone booth for this species to enter and exit the Matrix...
another thing i did
diluted acrylics with drops of silicone oil - some in the paint, some just dripped on as i went
ok
this is a thing i did
with paints on a canvas panel
yes, i admit "your five-year-old could have done it" :)
but hell
i had fun, and it pleases my eyes
see, i can't draw
or i'm too lazy / time-poor to learn
(and practice, practice, practice)
but i can make a mess that gives me joy
so
yeah...
there are many, many more
not all like this
i'm new to this so i'm like a kid in a sweet shop, trying this and that to see what i like :)
Bobby Sands died in a British jail built on stolen land / occupied territory 45 years ago today, aged 27, after 66 days on hunger strike.
Revolutionary, guerilla, poet, songwriter, POW...and, until the Brits changed the rules as a result, elected MP.
His courage and his example will never be forgotten.
“They have nothing in their whole imperial arsenal that can break the spirit of one Irishman who doesn’t want to be broken”
Tiocfaidh ár lá.
resurrection
same place
rustbrown death in autumn
greenbrown spiral joy in spring
fern croziers :)
