Here is my revelation. A gothic word.

When we look to the past we learn about the people that we were, and we see the people we are becoming all the more clearly. Circa. 2013. J R Manawa. Here is my revelation; the past is irrelevant. It has already been and gone and nothing that happened there can be changed, it can…

Before my time

Delving into my poetic and darkly misspent youth (oh wait, I’m still there…!) a bit at the moment [inset laughing crying emoji], and I’m really enjoying re-reading and re-living the thoughts of my mind when I wrote these pieces….and maybe a bit of bone??? Yes. Before my time. J R Manawa. If I die before…

The crawling darkness

This is an old one. A poem wrote many dark nights ago (okay, years ago) and just for fun I thought it may like to see the light of day. Notably, it’s a darker take on a line by Wordsworth, inspired in the first line I use.   The crawling darkness. JR Manawa. darkness falling from…

A PRIVATE AUDIENCE WITH MISS HOPE SPRINGS

“They look like they’ve been on a night out without me!” Miss Hope Springs exclaims candidly as she wrestles the final locks of her golden hair into perfect 60’s house-wife place. There is a sultry glare into the mirror as one last curl refuses to sit and receives a solid thrashing from the comb. Then…

To The Ocean

Originally posted on ABI OCEAN :
I went to the ocean. Sounds were too loud crashing in my head. Silence grew louder than anything should. I promise devotion, To the things I never did. ? Taste the salt water choking me twice. I can finally taste life. Knowing I’ve gone deep, Under the surface to a…