Kali Yuga kills good karma in the end times. A humans true face. Scientism falls as true karma calls for one deed of the cleansed soul as the ancient clock, where a second is a year, stirs our hearts and

Within Kali Yuga It was a blue Monday as the suns yolk hazed through the chemical trails. An age of forgetfulness was to end with strife as the two heads of the same beast quarrelled over the same forked

We are at that moment in the film where the protagonist has an epiphany that not all he knew was as it seems. The fabric of story torn at the seams as he freefalls to the climax, a simile for greater pursuits,

I am hung-over reading poems on the National Poetry Day website. There is one about an erection, another about uselessness = men and flowers, another about being skint. A dog or is that God. Every- thing

And without payment frogmarched in to a corner where a malaise, an orange haze obstructs. And without consent pushed into a corner papers and phone, overhead drones, the deconstruct - tion of our way of

Dear Hivers' Since March 2020 I've been a'running creative writing classes online. From comments, messages, general feedback I've come to the realisation that writing is so vitally important in these times.

Altogether Break After All Hallows Uneven rows of corn struck down before dawn light. The Rooster wakes suddenly from a nightmare. The fields having been left to die. Reaped sheaves strewn at the gate,

Imagine the skill it would take to draw a giant penis in the Red Sea using one of the largest container ships out there. There's video showing just that by highlighting the ships tracking data. Viewing

Remember taste and decency in films - no, nor do I. Songbird is most defiantly not a meditation on the end times like say Melancholia which at least tried to focus its ruminating on the psychological attempts