Cracks in the colossus.
Licking time across new wounds.
Limping and lumbering back into the ocean of your eyes.
Taking lifelines.
That little notepad you kept in your desk.
Right behind your mind.
Scribbling a sonnet for thine truth to break.
And a storm to release.
Sweeping up all the worries and the fish from the bottom of the sea.
I bottled up these sea storms.
The swell in your day.
But you pick and poke at the cork and the corrections.
To then complain that you are soaking wet.
What fable lives now in that oily deep?
What treasures do you covert, claw at and keep?
For in my mind too swim a thousand sharks.
Tasting blood in the water.
Now, no longer able to swim.
A tangle of troubles, the octopus crawling underneath the waves.
Occupying my deep.
Havoc and Consequence 
Mark. You never cease to amaze me with your writing. I never know what I’m going to get, but I know it’s gonna be good. Very good. I love the imagery and the feelings that sweep over me. I know I don’t mention it much, but it’s the truth nonetheless. Thank you for sharing your artistry with the world. It’s truly a pleasure.
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Tara, that’s really nice of you to say. I’m glad it’s a varied mix, i find i do get stuck in writing webs of moods. Are you working on any new projects at the moment?
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I am determined to publish my book Explorations this year. So I’ve got that and then a few other people’s books to publish.
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Oooohhh, is this any way linked to creation and the cosmos…act II maybe? Sounds good, makes me happy that there are always irons in the fire!
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Nooo, this is my own book. Experimental fiction. Short stories that all go together.
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I’ll take ten copies 🙂
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If I sold ten copies of it, I’d be astounded. I haven’t sold ten copies of either of my books. 🤷🏼♀️
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All that good karma of giving them away in the past will come back to you. Life is a circle.
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