Welcome to this jumble sale of writings, musings, observations and inspirations: I hope you find something to help you on your journey home. It's all storytelling, in the end. That's how we understand things; the stories of who we are, where we came from, where we're headed. The stories of other people, how they came to be who they are, which stories shaped them, why our stories sometimes run parallel, and sometimes clash.
When we're motivated enough, we can change our stories, write new outcomes for ourselves and our people, our planet. All it takes is imagination, where there are, genuinely, no limits.
Warmest regards
Peter Neary-Chaplin
Writer. Poet.
Monday, March 23, 2009 at 12:28PM Loving this woman has two sounds.
One, high in the fast air,
played on a singing filament
scarcely heard
until the clear wind brings her to me,
buffeting my ears between slivers of whispered spirit.
The other a pounding drum
heard through her perfumed ribs and mine,
through debts and blood and fights,
through straps and lace,
long-kissed lips,
and ancient meanings in her face.
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