We Are Karma
harbour
the harbour dons her summer garbe – bright colours tinted with ever changing hues she’s hugged by hills lush with spruce, fir, juniper, birch dandelions and bees adorn her green skirt houses sit safely along her contours quiet in the dawning day sometimes she wears a travelling sun or vibrant milky way on her face…
of choices and consequences
Every choice comes with a consequence and when we make them we have to live with them; they become a part of our story – who we are in that moment. Sometimes these choices affect others with whom we traverse life and while those choices may reflect who we are they may not necessarily be…
anticipation
i read her closely, intently savour letters, syllables, words the spaces between i feel each sigh each heartbeat each gasp each smile each tear and i i am enamoured tectonic forces ripped her from me but i see her now on the horizon and i long for the subduction
metaphors and longing
she is moon sun stars even behind clouds rain fog even beyond oceans continents time zones i remember her intelligence wit passion i could chase but i’d never catch here’s to love and adoration from afar
death doesn’t mean the end
They arrived early this year (early-mid March), caught-up in the swift flow of arctic ice moving under ancient spells of wind and current – massive, Greenland sculptures, unique in their statures, silhouetted against azure blue skies. People come from all over the world to see these giants, who generally visit in late April and early…
the places where harmony hides
I woke to sun dispersing through the window where it followed the path to my bed. On the other side of the window, trees and lifeless grass were huddled beneath freshly fallen snow. On the horizon I caught the glimpse of steam rising from the house next door – the Earth’s water cycle hard at…
devolution
DON’T say ‘gay’ DON’T say ‘periods’ DON’T say ‘reproductive rights’ DON’T say ‘gun control’ the RED states of… erm… mind hammer, (sick)le, star raise your -i c e essss – banners replace the parallel lines and constellations it’s a brand new greatest of all time let’s bring back firing squads and public hangings A M…
limbo
spring is enroute its bags stuffed – warmer days, rebirth, new life – but winter clings to hills hugging this safe harbour hamlet now enshrouded in fog for now mother nature finds herself in limbo
this is NOT a hollywood blockbuster
Brought to you by 1985… no need to call Doc Brown or borrow a DeLorean with its flux capacitor snugly fitted in a few hours we (many of us, at the very least) will see what an hour into the future really looks like
innate intonations
Music is my world. It was, and remains, my first love. It is my therapist and my best friend. I’ve had it since before I was born (my eldest sister sang ballads to me while my mother was carrying me) and have been intimate with it since before starting formal schooling. Throughout my life I…
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We Are Karma 