The man who convinced more than 1 million people to “storm Area 51” in search of its alien secrets has emerged from an undisclosed location to explain how a simple “joke” spiralled out of control. Matty Roberts says he created the event “Storm Area 51 — They can’t stop all of us” after listening to two…
Travel in Daydreams
I travel the world in daydreams. I become someone else sometimes. I live to a ripe old age and then I become myself completely satisfied. I follow no one. It is the only way to feel free. Traveling in daydreams is not unlike traveling in a regular dream. I find an open road and pick…
The Traveller
All throughout shrewd sea winds courted us Gangs of raucous avians swim through the rain Loud aching cries of pain echo As the luminous sea fog erodes in skeins With the rising of watery suns Bluntly formless stone beasts rise narrow lights slice A low sepulchral moan stains the silence of the…
The Blew Eagle Cafe
I drove down to the Blew Eagle cafe, knowing it was risky, wanting it to be. Traffic howled on the bridge overhead. There were freighter horns and train whistles, boxcars in abandoned yards, and transient camps tucked up under the viaducts all around. Rain was falling lightly, just a faint drift, cool, soft gray. I…
Sungazing
I lay down on a sun warmed patch of grass upon a hill, And looking up to cloud-flecked blue, it seemed that time stood still. The radiating warmth had wrapped my form in breezeless air, My eyes closed quite unconsciously, my mind had not a care. My thoughts were racing outward towards the deep…
Choosing
To trade these hands For a house in the forest, landed On a hill above any risk of flood, but near A flowing stream, To tear off the shingles For an open view, converse with hawks, Whisk out the stale air and leave The smell of rain, To untie myself from this ball-bearing…
The Fall is Coming
The sun glares down on me whilst the cold in the air gives me goosebumps, The days becoming shorter leaving sunsets with less of its colour and more of the darkness of the nights. Everything is meant to change, change being consistent in life despite the inconsistency that lies within. The fall, is coming. The…
The Prime Mover
On a journey Without signposts, Is Your unmoved presence, An indication In the causation of a wanderer, How to find azimuth If not in the true-blue act.
Go ye Moon
My life is so bright As I am enjoying the moonlight For the moon every night I wait for I know it will come up for sure I can see my beloved in the moon face With my eyes I hug and embrace Can you imagine the sky without its moon? It is like a…
Martial Warriors
As the northern breeze passes by the men in green spurt Through the wild trees, Some in anticipation, Some in trepidation, Striving to attain a single goal; To serve their nation! “Homesickness ameliorate with time” They were told, But to their dismay The happy ghosts haunted Their tumultuous minds. A thousand memories of family…