Riding the cusp between imagination and reality…
Today’s waxing opened up a conversation with Odin… admittedly, I didn’t see him at first. Initially, I was drawn into the cabbage like shape and drifting in idle thoughts trying to decide whether those lines looked like the veins in a placenta or more like an evolutionary tree of life… thinking about how shapes in […]
Read More Waxtober 18I’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…Available soon at The Game Crafter
Read More Upcoming…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 SolutionsThe write up for the D. O has been 95% complete for the last few weeks… In theory, it should have been no more than a couple, of hours work left but for some reason although thoughts gathered and came together, they refused to roll to page… Something is missing… What am I missing… Something […]
Read More Piecing together…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 WrongzBurning Beau
Read More Snippet 2 from D. O.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 upDear Heart Songstress soulful sonic sorceress Lyre plucking plundering histories Mysteries of wars of Heroes of Sorrows bittersweet Occupying men’s minds Mesmerising…Reminding Strive hard Confess Bestow Soft tenderness Lady’s migrating canon calling Emanating bardic beacon pulsing Home Is where Dear Heart sings Text (c) Karen Sealey 2020
Read More Snippet from D.O.
The pure and blessed way 