Journey of Words

Tag: Mortality

  • on time

    unable to wakeher son calls gently, husbandtouches neck, seeks pulse ~ n.b. On this occasion, she woke. The beat goes on. CLP 20/02/2022 →

  • on Ukraine

    witness destructionmeted out by Earth’s shakingyou men are feeble ~ n.b. The instantaneous chaos of an earthquake takes seconds to kill thousands, Russia determined to replicate Nature’s awesome strength in suffocating slow-motion. What does Moscow gain from the slaughter? CLP 06/02/2023 →

  • on Ukraine

    come gather round yousons of Russia enrich soilwho don’t understand? ~ n.b. It is reported in the NY Times that Russian military losses are in excess of 200,000, not counting the captured. That land must hold a lot of value to Moscow if it is happy to spread so much blood and bone. CLP 03/02/2023 →

  • on Ukraine

    frost hard ground brokenanother soldier laid downdays filled with darkness ~ n.b. Is anyone out there still counting? Does any of this still count? CLP 30/01/2023 →

  • on time

    wear your long black coatpockets stuffed with memoriesfor who do you weep? ~ CLP 25/01/2023 →

  • on time

    a new arrivalthen a blessed departurelife’s revolving door ~ n.b. Moving in or out, who knows where the door leads? CLP 25/01/2023 →

  • on time

    nutrients depletedwalled in by circumstancessheep seek fresh pasture ~ n.b. Apologies if this post seems a bit preachy. It is that time of year. CLP 22/12/2022 →

  • on ice

    I fell through, aged fivechest deep, my sister in tooburied memories ~ n.b. Sadness as old as winter itself, children falling through ice while playing, excited by the magic ice promises. I cannot imagine the inconsolable grief the parents must be experiencing. CLP 14/12/2022 →

  • on time

    you reminded meof a place we had once beenfeatureless echo ~ n.b. Forgetting is an essential survival skill. Thankfully we cannot call up actual pain, just the memory of having been in pain. CLP 07/12/2022 →

  • on time

    bright colour leaves usafter vibrant unfurlinglike leaves we tumble →