Discombobula

I love Rumi's field and Leonard Cohen's crack

Tuesday, 13 May 2008

Psalm 151
Breathe you in, love, breathe me out, Love
Broken heart spurns sunset wooings.
Oh. Never saw You there before (breathe in)

Repeat

at 8:40 pm

Sue: Discombobula: Collective noun for the various thoughts, ideas, songs, and other bits of mental flotsam and jetsam that can be found floating around inside one’s head at any given moment for no apparent or obviously discernible reason" (from The Blogtionary). I'm a writer. I write non-fiction (generally essays) and fiction (short stories), some of which are scattered throughout this blog. This is my write-in-my-pyjamas-about-the-shit-keeping-me-awake-at-3am space. My I-have-to-write-about-that-right-now space. In contrast to my professional space (which just has a few less swear words in it ... or at least it will when it's been written). I live in Melbourne, Australia. I love words, non-words, people, music, spirituality (especially the space between that and science), discovery, creativity and lurve. I know more about health-related issues than I care to. I respect the dark. Will write for cash (or possibly other things, but only if your post-economic bartering system is especially awesome). You can contact me at susieq777@dodo.com.au.

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