slow burn thunderstorm days

Cas challenged me to be brave and ‘blog’ some of my writing.


Here goes. This is what it is (sometimes) like to be me:

slow burn thunderstorm days

tension of the infinite possibilities

body tingles and mind twitches along

in time


invincible self becomes black hole

swallowed and crushed at the vanishing


event horizons of the self

I’m stretched out

falling in


for one glorious moment I’m

everything/no-one/alive/awake(for the first time)/a secret

what you and the world has been waiting for


even the seagulls are portents of greatness

and the crazy guys on the corner

share in this secret knowingness


later, in the pit:

bitterness and confusion

tripped over my own fear

fallen crashing from the heights

angry at the world because…

there are no Jedi’s,

not even me

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