Empty cup of coffee with crum b s
from my auntie’s hot cross buns.
You got to think about it to notice how much you enjoy it. The days abroad everything seems so nice and different even though you are drinking the same coffee brand.
Where ever you may be
Never stand without a sharpened pencil.
It is funny how all the cakes our grand mothers make are the best. They have the smell of our childhood. Those days when we couldn’t wait till the cake was cool. And even though right out of the oven, we longed for a piece. The taste is specific to that time, that special place. Granny’s must be cherrished the way sweet cherries complete a perfect home made bakewell tart.
New illustrated book about a man/boy called Nathan who just can’t seem to find his place in the world.
Maybe it’s not always finding it but creating it yourself….
Obviously when people stop reading I decide to publish books.
When people will stop learning I might become a teacher.
When people refuse to listen I will be a preacher.
A sense of touch from Løuise Dautheribes McKerl on Vimeo.
She taps her head for inspiration
But the words refuse to show
Absent of all definition
They are like a wind with no blow
I dreamed the sky was orange,
Its bright light blinded our eyes.
I wake up ti a white sky,
Like clean paper above my head.
I look up to see my reflection,
Look down to see my shadow
– staring up at me.
It doesn’t smile nor wink.
No expression whatsoever .
My feet start to sink,
My shadow is eating me alive
In the darkness I go
Hoping for a window.
I have waited all night for the sun to come up
Watching the sky turn black to light blue.
Do you remember those times when you would walk home in the early morning?
Complet silence, only your footsteps would resonate in your street.
Looking out for the first car to come but office workers were only waking up.
Birds started to sing alone – a tune which seemed like a Greeting of the Sun.
Your legs were heavy but you still felt light headed.
And when you finally arrived home, you did what we all enjoy the most:
Food, the left overs from diner the night before. Eat it cold, on your own.
No thought come to mind since you are too tired
All you energy is focused on eating – the flavors are powerful
Yes it is only cold chicken and potatoes but they taste brilliant.
Then you go to bed – your bed has never felt so comfortable
You don’t ever need to find a position, simply lie on your back,
Eyes closed and sleep embraces you immediately.
Good Morning. Everybody is waking up.
- 2011 -
My brother has a solo project – quite a good one I must say -
I new meaning to Pop music. The EP is called “We can go Anywhere”, it reminds me of a warm breeze on a hot summer day which gives you goosebumps.
The lyrics are like pink icing on a chocolate cake. They are filled with images that drown your head with emotions.
I believe he’s more than a poet, he is a dreamer.
If you can check it out it’s worth it ( and I am not saying that coz he’s ma bro!)
All it takes it to stop one minute