Wonderful People

Hello! I have missed you all,
and your incredible love for words.
I haven’t been able to post for what seems an age.
It’s as if I have been carrying a heavy knapsack
full of words, images, and stories.
There is much I haven’t shared.
Sometimes the pen is heavy
But
We keep writing.
We keep sharing.
We keep the conversation going.
Don’t we?
Thank You for supporting

MY DREAM


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Absence or Absinthe?

I’m over here, you’re over there

I’m on the stair, I’m in the air

My brain is full, my brain is *bull

I’m not impaired, I’m freak’n scared

The days are long, the days are short

I spend them here, I spend them there

I can’t believe, I can’t conceive

I’ve got no womb, I’ve not got loom

To tie my mess, or cease to stress

Of absence or absinthe—

and adolescent miss-connection,

of disconnected-disconnection—

Or whatever you call, you call whatever

This mess of mine: this mine of messes—

I mime the masses, in their messes

I dine on pressures, and their pleasures—

This mess of mime,

This mess of mine.

 

© Iain Sutherland; All Rights Reserved, 2014

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The Bird People

Some fun I had over a beer, enjoy!

The Bird People

The Bird People

have gathered

to feather their

nests with each

other’s Plumage.

It’s usually quite

democratic, but

tonight the moon

has turned them

into stone.


© Iain Sutherland, All Rights Reserved, 2014
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That Dull Blade

—That Dull Blade—
chasing palpitations
of despair at the state
of the nation.

—That Dull Blade—
of palpitations, chasing
the nation at the state
of despair.

—That Dull Blade—
Of nations, chasing despair
at the palpitations
of the state.

—That Dull Blade—
Of the state, chasing
palpitations through a
nation of despair.

—That Dull Blade—
of despair, chasing
the state of the nation
through its palpitations.


© Iain Sutherland, All Rights Reserved, 2014

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