tomorrow

I can’t sleep because I can’t stop thinking about yoga, and tomorrow.

The possibilities of tomorrow.

I have decided I’m goin to practise in my garden with the grass between my toes.

And the grass and the earth beneath my hands.

And fresh air!

Exciting.

I hope it doesn’t rain.

smile, it's okay

a sponge
absorbing everyone's vocal outbursts
mostly negative
damp and soaking sponge
patches of mildew
people have forgotten
about you sponge
growing moldy
storing bad nasty stuff
someone should give you
a wee squeeze sponge
and sit you next to the window sill
where you can enjoy the sun
and listen to her stories

NOVA

lurking in your mug
a curdled mass
a cloudy coffee
a coffee cloud
give it a swirl
it hides and
disappears

resting on the coaster
you peer over the edge
it stares back
now its settled
it just stares

sit back
and think

without looking again
take the handle
walk towards the sink
in an instant
it disappears
with the running tap

you win

The writing test

Behind the screen there was a table for one and a seat. On the table there was a selection of perfectly sharpened pencils. The pencils were all the same - painted yellow and carefully carved to the same pointy tip. There was a choice but not really.

5 mins the man said.

Casting Call, part 2

Some of you may remember my blog post Casting Call where I was given a small cameo role in a friend's production after he unashamedly explained his choice with 'you don't sound like you should'. I'm still not really sure what this means. I confused a few people in New Zealand.

Anyways, here is the vid:

  
And hey, my line is the title of the short, it ties everything together!

This is their first short, and I think they did a pretty good job. What do you think?

Check out their website for more info.