Tonight I am writing to you from the hovel my mind has become Doldrums, we are sailing, no sounds of wind, just the pat of the ocean against the empty tank of my numb brain. Nah, not really, Tonight I

Well, here I go. I just watched a video of a lady playing that her toaster was possessed, but she kept it around because she thought it made good toast. I guess that's a perfect allegory for life right

I am a sensitive fool filter far removed from my mouth and my heart I stand on the street listening to the songs of the lost and the broken coins fall from my hand as I chase that magic moment of poetry

a little thing from my mind

Such a heavily imbued word. We are born in a free country we are told. I once thought this was a wonderful thing. That was before I was old enough to open my very own electricity bill, or run the risk

This last weekend, I went dancing. I went dancing in Byron Bay. Land of creative lords and legends of the sea. We flew down especially to see two song women sisters. I felt an imperative drive to do this,

Hardcopy Jilli Manning Copyright 2018 The curlews outside the window were just beginning to chorus. A strange and chilling, almost blood curdling sound, like the screams of a lost and forsaken child in

Well. This one is a doozy. How vast and encompassing a topic. From the afterlife of ourselves and loved ones, to ghosts, stars, star beings, aliens, fairies, goblins, dwarves, astral planes, dream worlds,

I went to go and get a pedicure for the first time in ten years the other night, after work. Swiftly, I walked from my shop to the nail place. I did not have much time. I have always avoided getting my

What was your first Date? I mentioned mine just before, in relation to my favourite movies. My first date was going to watch the movie, "The Matrix". The boy who asked me out was probably the

Fucking AYE We did it. The best thing I read on the internet today was; “The redefinition of marriage is probably the first instance that I can think of where there’s been such a fundamental point at which

You might have heard about it, whispers in the winds. Of a substance created by your brain, and found in many living things, and many plants, called Dimethyltryptamine (Die-meth-el-trip-ta-mine), or DMT

You might have heard about it, whispers in the winds. Of a substance created by your brain, and found in many living things, and many plants, called Dimethyltryptamine (Die-meth-el-trip-ta-mine), or DMT

You might have heard about it, whispers in the winds. Of a substance created by your brain, and found in many living things, and many plants, called Dimethyltryptamine (Die-meth-el-trip-ta-mine), or DMT

Well, I am here because no one knows me and can't judge me when I ramble into this glowing screen late at night. Can I even hashswag this shit? Who knows. I wonder if anyone will even read it. I dont even

How glorious and rich this tapestry we weave where symbols live and and dreams breathe I honour the wisdom passed down through the ages I honour your guides and mine Tarot cards have always played a part

How glorious and rich this tapestry we weave where symbols live and and dreams breathe I honour the wisdom passed down through the ages I honour your guides and mine Tarot cards have always played a part