Originally posted on Ripple Poetry :
Image Credit Creative Commons, some rights reserved Michael Scott This wheel doesn’t turn the way that it should it just has a soul of its own. Frustration is crawling under my skin wheeling all over my day. This wheel doesn’t turn the way that it should left is right right…
Art singing and dancing in the Streets
Art in the city, not shut away in galleries, but everywhere you look. It’s on power boxes, telegraph poles, railway station walls. climbs onto walls and alleyways. chalked, painted, sprayed, and poster papered. It’s murals with messages from Martin Luther King everytime I used to catch the bus in Marrickville I’d see his face withContinue reading “Art singing and dancing in the Streets”
In Faith
Originally posted on World Citizen Dreaming:
For Tahirih the poetess In Faith Be a hollow reed Waiting for melodies And the notes that breathe skies And the skies that breathe navy blue And the navy blue that breathes sea And the sea the breathes woman And the woman that breathes of your unveiling and peeling…
First Light
Originally posted on World Citizen Dreaming:
First light soft peach spreading over earth’s Green skin. Glimmerings of light promise warmth to bathe in. Monochromes of green wash away the peach light spilling everywhere New ways spreading in seeds planted soul by Soul. Soul catching light drinking it in breathing it out. Mulla Husayn has woken…
Diving into creativity, changing perspectives
At the moment I am working on three short stories; one about homelessness, another racism of the insidious subtle kind, and the last one introduces and captures a deep thinker trapped in his falling apart (but maybe he can put it back together) country life. But these themes whilst they appear deep and meaningfulContinue reading “Diving into creativity, changing perspectives”
June Paisa Perkins 