Articles from April 2009



Extraordinary bliss

Posted by Helen Howell on April 30, 2009

In a moment of sheer and extraordinary bliss I like to think the world doesn’t exist but the world is a constant; it never is not and bliss fades into obscurity. Hunched and bunched like the defeated it haunts on all fours the chambers of mind and gains sustenance from imaginative feasts placed on a [...]

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Courage!

Posted by Helen Howell on April 30, 2009

So what is this courage that mostly lies fallow to suddenly rise and open the door when I heard not a knock, a tap nor a scrape on the solidness of normality? It let the wind in and the curtains drew back and the force of a choice whistled in and then out and I, [...]

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Under construction

Posted by Helen Howell on April 22, 2009

Under construction and junk everywhere this incomplete business no happiness pill but no one can breathe let alone swallow a seemingly pointless attempt at renew. It’s okay and good to move the view from here to another outlook but there is no magic in junk everywhere to simply implode at the touch of a thought. [...]

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The “pretty weird”

Posted by Helen Howell on April 19, 2009

The “pretty weird” sits like a bloated frog on a rock in the centre of town surveying the scene as if it’s a king and ruler of lesser mortals. It croaks from a platform above the norm donned as it is in regal attire and delivers its message forcefully to those not yet in the [...]

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A story, yes, but maybe not

Posted by Helen Howell on April 17, 2009

Above where the stars twinkle and shine lies the land of the now unseen allowed to be free and loving according to the dictates passed through the ages to me. It’s a land of calm waters and torrents that find their own place to be and a land divided by thought and intent that ensures [...]

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Golden orb

Posted by Helen Howell on April 13, 2009

Like a golden orb of happiness the setting sun doth shine but the sun is moving all the time here to there and then nowhere and this movement like a lover determined not to care. The not to care an evil “thing” that grabs me by the throat and squeezes, squeezes, squeezes, until I backtrack [...]

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The clouds

Posted by Helen Howell on April 9, 2009

Formerly and prior to the eventful clouds of forgetfulness o’er laid the land. Oh, happy, happy, happy days when unto men and women came nimbus, stratus, cumulus, as rulers of our kingdom and dictators of our truth. But time in its own time and in the manner of a despot chases all the clouds away [...]

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The weave!

Posted by Helen Howell on April 8, 2009

‘tis not a spider web but the weave of one bemused that twists and turns, overlaps, and tucks the corners in to ensure a neat conformity and unruffled approach to the nudge and prod of love that demands acknowledgement. No wind or rain dislodges same or hail dent the façade for the weave of mind [...]

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Not a sunset

Posted by Helen Howell on April 4, 2009

Not a sunset but a fire with the devil’s eyes searing through the landscape of inherent nature and the turn from this to that a complete and utter disregard for the beautiful. And we were beautiful before the heat of fear and before the breathing in of smoke ridden atmospheres but now to ash the [...]

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Allowance

Posted by Helen Howell on April 1, 2009

Allowance asks a heavy price from disapproval for the bank has been depleted o’er the years of knowing best and the earn of points to let it be a most difficult endeavour in this economic climate. But disapproval works its way through a forest of insight and rests beneath an aged tree to re-asses the [...]

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