Scott B

Learnt to read at school, but never learnt to write... figure it's never to late.

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Scott B

Learnt to read at school, but never learnt to write... figure it's never to late.

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Dearly Departing

Scott B

1 min read

The change was coming, I could see it from a few step backs. The split was inevitable, as sure as a breeze on the lakes, but I wasn’t expecting it like this. Her debt owing was significant, we have been partners for years - I’ve seen most of her, she’s seen all of me. We have had each other’s backs in amongst the vipers, we’d taken our fair share of venom for each other.

Staring at her across the...

The Wednesday Mountain

Scott B

2 min read

It was a Wednesday. Objectively the worst day of the week. That day when the productive energy of returning from a regenerating weekend of bowls, chicken parmigiana and some amber liquid are well and truly spent. Empirically it is the day furthest away from both the preceding or proceeding weekend. They don’t call it hump day for nothing, it’s effectively the harsh intimidating cliff face leading ...

Parrot Stories

Scott B

1 min read

My new parrot tells stories. Stories of her adventures around the world, stories of jolly singing men and raucous unseemly glee. Stories of witches and voodoo and black eyed girls with precise black arts. My parrot tells stories of broad shouldered beings with stern brows and shortly packaged might. Yes my parrot is a story teller but I’m not sure how.

My parrot could be other worldly, an eternal...

Artemis

Scott B

1 min read

You astound dear Artemis as you aim for the heart,

Strength from the Forrest, the hunt, your heart.

So precise, each movement, clean vision eternal,

Steady love and desire, passion, more heart.

Time labours around you, as pierced by an arrow,

Fallow nature lingers from time before heart.

The wood nymphs stand with and on love as they may,

Gods and humans infested, shrivelled, sore heart.

Yet t...