Author Archives: Ben Doddridge

In long WinterBleak surround Ceaseless pull Below ground Small transformWicked shape Face shadowFor own sake

take a seatbut don’t take it with youcharacter assumedpractical too are you elegant? rustic yet refined?comfy or minimal?all combined? is there room for one more? two??someone’s free-spiritedcentre-stage or tucked away?accessories? someday? anyway, characters changeit goes both waysi submit that to sitis to surrender the reigns

Galloping the horses goTo where I precisely knowFilm and record the scenes for showPick the pace but not too slow All yours for now and thenMastering Humanities and the STEMThrow a stone and stash a gem Nurse the eggs like a mother hen Shouldering gelatine galaxy stormsStomaching scathing cosmic scornsFloss fangs and other choresFlirt withContinue reading “This and That”

Between myself and everythingThink of the beeConsider impulsivityConsider a childTugging at your sleeve Do not ignorePick them up, and ask what’s upEverything deserves integration Water wrapped neatlyUntying of stringCondemns a deluge into one’s lap To avoid missing the point entirelyConsider a cat falling through spaceConsider yourself falling through time Be like a cat.You are manifestedContinue reading “Between Myself & Everything”

strings away!seizing the day! phew. from language to new ephemeral moments observedsome adequately described i’m crossing chasmnow outside with the changeoff-stage a happening nomadno damn cage

Article 1: The truth is a terrible thing, but nothing compared to falsehood Article 2: The thing you want most can only be found in the place you least want to look Article 3: Spend time investigating theories of ‘You’ (or ‘I’) Article 4: Don’t confuse the menu with the food Article 5: Your mindContinue reading “Manifesto”

silver fountain side phone ringingeerie singing girl wishing forward blind new magiciansometimes winningsomething missing one degree brightsee revelationcurse shakennew nation sunrise kite totally spinningweekly binningalways chilling

I turned to face themJaw cascadingOne hundred grey sealsTwo hundred flippersRubbery pancakesSignalling intense approval Uttering torpedoes Hand covers bruiseI’m holding something preciousIt wanted to be foundRiddles at the lakeLives at stake

Chalk and coffee have won again, Milkshakes have spilled, Tell me, what is today’s blend?Is it from Italy? Brazil? Tick tock I say,For I am in demand,Another clown-less bus today,They never travel sad. Faulty wax on display, Talk show on wheels,I’m holding a goat-milk latte,And fifty dollar bills.