
I am losing precious days.
I am degenerating into a machine for making money.
I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men.
I must break away
and get out into the mountains to learn the news.
— John Muir
- When You Rise, Kiss The Tombstone of Your PastWhen you rise, kiss the tombstone of your past and step barefoot into the garden of the future… — Maria Popova from poem How to Change… Read more: When You Rise, Kiss The Tombstone of Your Past
- Then You Must Know About GriefTell it this way: depression is the 30cm nail driving into the walls. If you ever read about Plath… ever tended a garden it grew so… Read more: Then You Must Know About Grief
- So I Dated Unsuitable MenSo I went back to an old lover To get over you. But it turned outHe didn’t want me. So I dated unsuitable menAnd went unsuitable… Read more: So I Dated Unsuitable Men
- My Relationship To Reality Is Already FraughtMy relationship to reality is already fraught. The hours I give to volcano podcasts and vampire T.V. shows prove that I am susceptible to disconnection. —… Read more: My Relationship To Reality Is Already Fraught
- Stitch Close The Open WoundLike being shredded from the inside outBroken fragments of what wasPeely discards of what ifsA few but maybes litter the floorStitch close the open woundwith threads… Read more: Stitch Close The Open Wound
- Do It NowOne day you will wake up and there won’t be any more time to do the things you’ve always wanted. Do it now. — Paulo Coelho… Read more: Do It Now
- Careless Children Disappear With Each UFOThe girl from my class kept a scrapbook of ghost stories: I learnt that vampires in Qing dynasty robes don’t hop sideways; some actors never came… Read more: Careless Children Disappear With Each UFO
- I Loved Someone Once Who Took Me Outside LanguageI loved someone once who took me outside language. Have you ever had that? It’s a drug. — Megan Fernandes from poem Every Person is an… Read more: I Loved Someone Once Who Took Me Outside Language
- I’m Not A PoetI get up every day at threeAnd write a bit of poetry.It’s not too good.It’s pretty bad.When I’m not happyI’m quite sad.The truth isI miss the… Read more: I’m Not A Poet