My mighty pen…

I’ve written about things I do not know of;

Heartbreak, love lost

Despair, murder

Joy

Love.

I wrote about them so well

I could have known them

Had I put the pen down long enough to

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The Visiting Voice

I found a voice today; a voice to help narrate the worlds I want to create, the lives I want to build and break and a voice I need to move past the island I’ve been stranded on for the past, I don’t know how long.

Not my own, no; I don’t trust my own voice to convey the kinds of emotions these future souls need to inherit. My own voice doesn’t fit; it doesn’t have the range, there’s a vacant lilt to it that does nothing for fertile earth.

This voice sounds like it used to belong to another, much wiser, considerate and cautious creature with a secret. That’s what it is, it sounds like every sentence is poised for attacked, coiled and at the ready for a lethal strike just waiting to happen, and only it knows when.

The moments I have with this new voice will be fleeting, that I know of. It’ll come, it’ll give willingly and take with it whatever it desires and it’ll go. To whom it’ll appear to next, I don’t know, but I will treat it kindly, respect it dutifully and use it for as long as it is willing to be used.

Amen

Sex could be a prayer;

You’re on your knees

The lord’s name a whisper between your lips

Your bedroom a place of worship

Your eyes closed

Your heart aflutter

Your devotion piqued

Your hands sweaty

Your throat raw

The end a rapt declaration

Your faith satisfied

But you’re still looking for more

That’s a bloody good prayer.

I miss you

I miss you

You, who took hold of me within places unseen

Who ensnared me with a look and enslaved my inner being

Who lured me in with a promise

And kept me with a dream

Who gave flesh to hope

Then said ‘all is not as it seems’

I miss you

You, whose voice I still hear and eyes I still see

Whose breath is the wind and whose smell is of the sea

Whose touch was on fire and whose look set me free

Whose words I still comb over

Because you wrote them for me

An UNATURAL disaster

I think I was in my early teens when I first heard of ‘el nino’. The concept briefly interested me, but the details eluded me. All I knew was that the icebergs were melting, and the world was getting hotter.

That’s it.

It shouldn’t surprise you that my interest in the subject never went further than those brief encounters with the topic in its vague form. A large part of why it never bothered me as much as it should have is because I lived (and still do) in South Africa. We have no icebergs, we have no polar bears and when it’s hot, it’s hot, just as when it’s cold, it’s cold.

For all I knew, not much changed over the years.

Except, a lot changed.

As it stands, we’re currently battling a drought. Sure we’re clawing our way out of the red, but we’re still in it. Communities go without running water for days, even weeks and months; it’s the norm for some of them.  To others it’s a crisis that’s threatening the lives of their loved ones and dragging down industries in the process.

I could go further into how devastating this drought has been for companies in the country, but that’s not why I’m writing this.

The recent slew of natural disasters that’s plagued the world this month alone should be enough to make people think.

These are no longer vague terms and concepts on a flimsy news segment you can ignore because they don’t concern or affect you in any way. These are very real, very dangerous and very devastating realities that are in our backyards and have levelled communities and taken lives.

Hurricane Harvey, Irma, Maria, the earthquake in central Mexico, the floods in India, the flood in China and many more around the world.

This isn’t about political propaganda by any one side trying to scare the living crap out of the other; this is about a very real change in a world we thought we knew.

This change, this multi-layered climate change is bigger than our egos or our greed or whatever it is that’s holding us back from admitting that things are going south. These changes are not only increasing in frequency (maybe it’s just that we hear about them more frequently because of the internet) but they’re also affecting more and more people around the world.

There are nations that will have to rebuild, parents that will have to bury children, children that no longer have a home or a family and there are lives that will be forever changed because of these disasters.

However you feel about climate change, it really doesn’t matter. What matters is that we stand with those in need.

No weapon formed will stand against a natural disaster, what will help is patience, understanding, education, compassion and uniting as a world to help preserve this beautiful planet for the generations to follow.

One thing we are, is resilient. We will be stronger, more United and so much more prepared for whatever comes next. 

Here are a few organisations that are dedicated to making a difference and providing relief and support to the victims of these natural disasters.

http://www.HANDINHAND2017.com (Hind in Hand hurricane relief)

http://www.icrc.org (Red Cross)

and many more in the pdf attached.

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