Writing Collaboration #1 – The World On Your Plate

From field to mouth we thoughtlessly consume. Everything arrives at us pre-packed and in infinite supply. This disposable cornucopia is ours to waste. Yet, what goes into the food we eat?

DAY 25 – 30 Day Writing Challenge

The warning bell sounds. The last day for humankind on earth is finally here. And as the alarming scream of a dying planet intensifies, smothering the groans of those who would greedily scoff in the face of reason; no lessons will ever be learnt. If we had the chance we’d do it all again.

DAY 24 – 30 Day Writing Challenge

My life has become an algorithm. A predictable spreadsheet of formulaic transactions that signify nothing. I code and I code and I help technology flourish. I drive the future, but not the present. Not my present. Zeros and ones are not heartbeats.

DAY 23 – 30 Day Writing Challenge

He was crying. Ruining the hard work of men in the forevers of history who have stood proud without shedding a tear.

DAY 22- 30 Day Writing Challenge

The sky was luminous as we hot-footed into the park. I held your hand carefree, unhooking the dog from his reins. He ran. Enthusiastically skipping childlike from bush to bow to bark. These moments are ours to

DAY 20 – 30 Day Writing Challenge

But you are like a bolt out of the blue. The sparkle on the edge of a star. Everything has meaning and everything is full. Not just half full. No short measured optimism. The glass is full.

DAY 18- 30 Day Writing Challenge

For today’s challenge, Paddy The Poet asked me to write about ‘Integrity’ – I’d love to claim credit for these beautiful words, however, here is my attempt at a found poem. I need your help! I have another 12 days left to go on this challenge. Please comment with any suggestions that you have for challengesContinueContinue reading “DAY 18- 30 Day Writing Challenge”

DAY 16- 30 Day Writing Challenge

Not in sleep, but in the moments and hours between; I waste valuable seconds, minutes, and months on feeling instead of doing. Imagined futures and projected fantasies that come to nothing permeate the fog of a life lived in some half-awake state.

DAY 14- 30 Day Writing Challenge

Feeling the funk emanate we shuffled and boogied. Like zombies of the nights on Broadway- arms thrusting moving to the beat. Not knowing where we were going strutting with the love train, and surviving like Donna Summer we had been trapped in this nightlife limbo of lasers and smoke machines.

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