Shine on you stunning light! :)
Chur :) I am sitting on the only chair in the library, overlooking the rolling hills of Waitakere - Auckland. Feeling no less than part of the deep green pockets of bush and dancing treetops that kiss the graying skyline… While Tui fight above me for the right to mate, and the rain starts it’s afternoon patter across the room’s translucent roof with the sun still punching a strong heat across my chest, I’m just hanging out, writing, munching on potato chips and working on the line-up for my upcoming Velvet event… Perhaps I’ll pour another Pims. FML ;)
Where you swim
With the ease of the swirl
When the block colour bleeds
A sky pooling the vast at its feet
Where my hand, pointed tiresome
Towards the coming cloud
Yearns for you,
Write while the heat is in you. The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses an iron which has cooled to burn a hole with. He cannot inflame the minds of his audience.
So, I’ve been asked here in Auckland New Zealand to start a `writers night club’, not restricted to simply poetry, story writing or any other form, but indeed a free-form regular get together for all manner of writers, readers, philosophers, jokers and the like… With being presented an opportunity like that, who could resist?
Let’s see where this takes us.