My first love is poetry.

From old song lyrics to Shakespeare, Pushkin, the Beats and everything in between.

My ideas come to me in fleeting images, emotions and shapes on the page.

They come from dreams, nightmares, memories, interactions, regrets and possibilities.

Sometimes they are too personal to share, more often I like how the words sound together or the shapes they make on the page, it’s all very intuitive. If it works there is always something which will bring me back, something I like or want to polish.

Writing over the years I have noticed many patterns, lessons life has whispered into my ear, I write them down in my poems and they remind me of those brief moments of clarity in amongst the general rush and confusion of life.

Sometimes it’s an emotion or an image, something that strikes me or comes back to haunt me.

The ideas are like many people talking at the same time, every so often one will become louder and clearer than the others.

Like the confusion of a mixed up universal language from the tower of Babel when God jumbled the world's languages.

From the story in Genesis, where humanity tried to build a tower reaching to heaven and to stop the project, God confused the builders' speech so they could no longer understand one another, scattering them across the earth.

I listen to fragments of wisdom from my journal reflections, I remember, write it and it takes me to the heart of what I want to say.

In an attempt to bypass my self criticism I will simply write, edit and share my writing here. 

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