Scribbles. Thoughts. Ideas.
What’s the use of a friend who doesn’t listen when you call for help, when you cry in anguish because your breath is spent? What’s the use of a friend who tramples your life into silence, who ties you in wire, suffocates you in plastic and clothes you hollow words? What’s the use of a [...]
Today I wrote a poem about love. Maybe I did so because I was listening to seventies songs beforehand. The seventies was a decade a bit obsessed by the subject. The seventies was my era. I was eleven when it began and twenty one when it ended. The sixties, the preceding decade, was even more [...]
I sat writing this poem this afternoon while listening to the music by Shigeru Umebayashi. I think I may have played Yemeji's Theme and Efude several dozen times. Music moves me into inspiration better than anything. Before I turned the music on, I was reflecting on how it would be wonderful to be as free [...]
Poets and writers evolve, hopefully. I wrote this poem about forty years ago when I was young and stupid. The person who used to read my poems at the time pointed out that a word existed for someone or something that had moved forward through a process of evolution and that was: evolved (not evoluted [...]
For the past two days I have been reflecting on memories and love. Time goes by scaringly fast and memories collect like fallen leaves. Most memories are neutral and are easily swept away. Some are precious and are kept, pressed between the pages of our life story. Other memories we try to forget and we [...]