We drove into the stormbecause we belong there,beneath electric skies,where the rain hammers our skinand the wind calls to us in sighs. I wonder if only you and I feel the vibrations,because we are made from the same star,our polarities alignedand drawn together from afar. In my dreams you composewith brushstrokes of lightningthat fork black pastel … Continue reading Into the Storm
poetry
Ode to OCD
In honour of World Mental Health Awareness Day, because so many people suffer, yet are brave enough to acknowledge they are in the fight. And because it's time I did the same. I yearn for the time there was just you.Not that I like you,have ever embraced you. Not that you’ve gone away.You never go … Continue reading Ode to OCD
Audience of One
She plays to an audience of one, battered fingers repeating notes that remind her of the summer rain (la lluvia de verano), that fell in arpeggios on the courtyard where the jasmin bloomed. Gone are the flowers (all the colour), yet their perfume lingers in the bedsheets where she surrendered to his overtures, the … Continue reading Audience of One
Enchantress
I see you enchantress but are you real, When knowing this love you make me feel, It seems as though from a dream you tease-- Am I the only one you please? Do not lay beside me, I am not worthy of your thoughts, My humanity defiles you with the hunger that it courts, … Continue reading Enchantress
Saddle of Meat
They ride this beast through unending days, feed it their hopes and fears like acorns from the lowest branches. It grunts beneath the weight of their burdens, a saddle of meat in this butcher's yard called life, in search of meadows long-forgotten, a world in verdant green beyond the madness of a world unseen, waiting … Continue reading Saddle of Meat
Visions of Insanity
Visions of Insanity Lost from life, lost of soul, inhabiting this dark domain, Through visions of insanity nothing else remains. What sights are seen, unheralded views of a madness beyond control, the insight of a wicked past brings anger to the soul. They lock the madmen up in cages but who is … Continue reading Visions of Insanity
Apparatus of Death
TV said, "I am the apparatus of death. I am the scream of a thousand tongues, the raw storm of whispers beneath summer's sweet sweat. I see your skin boiled, pink wax, mother's breast crushed by bitter milk, shadows fasting in repulsive worship that ache in the symphony of time." (c) Darren Hawbrook I wrote this … Continue reading Apparatus of Death
Albatross
There is no summer across the swollen sea, just the cold, distant sun-- an unfathomable loneliness between the sky and waves, a wind-blown expressway for travellers lonely, soaring, clipping currents on giant wings, no reason or rhyme for these mariners of ancient time, soaring with the grace and beauty of a million generations-- voyagers of the endless sea. (c) Darren Hawbrook *** Unfortunately, … Continue reading Albatross
The Fires of Virunga
The sounds of the devil come not long after the thunder, (Out of the craters of Virunga, the fire the rains can’t dampen) new guns to wage war on paradise. His serpent uncoils in verdant Eden, Eyes of amber and heart of darkness, the beast they call the mighty Congo whose black tributaries feed these savage … Continue reading The Fires of Virunga
“Dig-up Stupid”
I've been in a bit of a rut since I announced the latest Forest Town Chronicles story would be released in January. I'd completed the first draft and assumed a couple of weeks would be needed to get it ship-shape. BIG MISTAKE. I realise now that putting a release date on it added pressure on me to … Continue reading “Dig-up Stupid”
Blurred Worlds 