This morning, Ke gawped at me, jaw hanging, eyes wide in disbelief. She let out long sigh – Wow Karen, you’ve certainly got someone looking over you. Your guardian angels sure know when to turn up… I’d just explained why I was out of character late arriving and why I was in the Battle Bus […]Read More What Dads Do
It’s funny how memories change… It’s funny how memories differ… It’s funny how lost notebooks resurface… The D. O. didn’t start off as the D. O. There’s been a long list of names proposed and discarded since co-conception. Though the solid working title which reflected the original aim of the project was Ferrytales – tales […]Read More From D. O. to OO
I’ve recently been questioned as to the origin of the Discarded Oracle… It’s an interesting question as how do we truly define the beginning of any story… Sure we think we know a date we thought we started but then how did we arrive at that date? What happened before then that lead you to […]Read More Almost Deceased Oracle…
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Every so often, Mr S commandeers my car. It’s not a bad thing, he dumps me at work first and then I’m left with a walk home. It’s a walk I enjoy. It’s downhill all the way and more often than not, on the days it happens I’m usually rolling something around my head and […]Read More Negative Solutions
Today I’m feeling pretty chuffed with myself as the 22nd and final poem for the D. O. is done and dusted… Though I’m not quite sure what I’ll do tomorrow… I know what needs to be done but it’s a new phase and the phase just done had its own rituals and rhythms that won’t […]Read More Writes and Wrongz
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A photo reappeared from 8 years ago… It pauses me with how grainy and slightly out of focus it looks… It’s funny how the eye adjusts and forgets… At the time, it looked pristine and sharp and I marveled at the tech on my phone… I wonder how long until the crisp images on my […]Read More Triptych turn up