No good will come of this
The first, not the the last but always the first...
Hello,
this isn’t going to be easy…
I’m going to keep it simple and keep this one short.
These publications will evolve. For now I’ll publish one weekly so you get a flavour of what’s to come. Ease us both in gently.
I’ve categorised my work under Love/Hate/Joy we find and that’s how I’m going to balance what is part creative expression, part nightmare journal.
Sunbeams break clouds.
Also sprach the scribbles/ It started like this
As I trawled through boxes of scribbbles, old notebooks and Post-It notes I dropped them into piles - and that’s how they fell.
There’s a lot of darkness coming, but there’s also love.
Thanks for being here (he writes to 0 subscribers) - had to laugh.
Do me a favour: If you like it, share it, maybe let me know.
Appreciated
TE
No good will come of this
I guarantee
your heart won’t carry the weight
your arms will fail you
they’ll beat your eye sockets swollen
and you’ll wake in pain
from dreams you dared to remain
No revenge.
No return.
Just the day.
They say, seize the beautiful day.