Collage Of A Life

Collage Of A Life
poem by Philip Dodd for the Best Six Poets Project
painting by Kathryn Carlyle

A collage of a life painted on canvas.
Images separated by pale tone spaces.
Is that just a random tree?
Could it mean nothing to you but something to me?
And what are those buildings?
Why are they there?
Did you walk by them one summer,
the south wind in your hair?
It is strange, seems to do us good,
the way we create things with words,
pictures and sounds,
steered by the spirit we tune into
that moves through the air.




poem by Philip Dodd for the Best Six Poets Project
painting by Fati Tomaera-Gabellini

Why wear a band to hold back your hair?
Why is it green, not red, black or blue?
Why do you stand at the half open door?
Does the room you look in belong to you?
Is that pain peeled back in your eyes?
At whom do you stare?
The one you intrude upon,
are you afraid in his glance
you will see nothing there?
Time to douse the candle flame,
the ink pot has run dry.
The scribe almost ends the tale,
at least he had a try.
Who was it who sat in the chair,
painted the painting on the screen?
The mind demands answers,
wonders what it all could mean.
It is the colour of leaf and grass,
seems to be a good sign,
the band you wear to hold back your hair,
to keep your steps in line.

Klubbe the Turkle and the Golden Star Coracle

Waking Writer

51neztotvsl-_sx351_bo1204203200_On the planet Ankor, Klubbe the turkle lives as a hermit. A marine mishap inspires him to be an inventor.

His inventions and explorations change his life, his entire planet. Turkles are close cousins of turtles. Unlike them, they have yellow golden skin and back shells, walk on their hind legs, have the gift of language, and the ability to create their own culture. The life of Klubbe may read like a light-hearted science fiction story, but it actually happened to him. Princess Corka thinks his invention is sublime. Ubbtosh, the pyramid priest, promises to guide him to the core of the cosmos. In space, there are no sign posts, he finds, but there are other beings. And on Ankor, there are mysteries to be solved. Is the Great Glom more than a myth? And what about the Great Archy Eopta?

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Today Is Tomorrow’s Yesterday

Today Is Tomorrow’s Yesterday

Today is tomorrow’s yesterday.
A rook does not look at a book
to learn to fly.
A cook in a nook cuts a carrot
with a wish for a fish to fry.
A pig does not care a fig
if a judge wears a wig.
A cat on a mat
dreams not of a frog in a log
but a bird on a twig.
Yesterday was tomorrow the day before.
Chalk it out on a blackboard
if the knell of a bell
maroons you on the shore.