i'm listening to "Wild"
two hundred miles
from the nearest ocean or sea
i'm all alone
but i'm not lonely
i'm on my porch
with an esky full of cold beers
it’s not even twelve yet
my chores for the day
are nearly complete
the sun is warm
the beer is cold
my chair is quite comfy
every time the music stops
a chorus of native birdsong
fills the space between
clouds drift by
lazy and oblivious
they pay me no mind
the alcohol i have consumed
melds with my system
and becomes
a part of my blood stream
it courses through my body
with an intent made of nothing
the empties strewn nearby
lay forgotten, drained
their purpose fulfilled
the full ones shiver
in cold anticipation
they call to me
they beckon and plead
"me next, me next"
i could get used to this
About the Creator
Bren
"It's just a token of my extreme!" - Frank Zappa
"Cause it's all in the heat of the moment It's all in the pain!!!" - Devin Townsend
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler
I'm writing it out not acting in doubt!
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The Ritual of Winter Challenge Winners
Welcome to the Winners Announcement for The Ritual of Winter challenge. This prompt focused on winter rituals and the meaning that settles into them over time. The top pieces stay grounded in ordinary acts and repeated routines, letting winter shape the work through pace, attention, and restraint.
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That’s how I imagine a paradise, minus the beer, maybe only ice tea :) Typewriter would be enough, no Internet. I’m yearning for no distractions whatsoever. Only the music, the air, and my thoughts poured on paper. Or a good book. Chandler the best. I wonder how long I will stand without the Internet though :)