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Winter.

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It is winter here in Australia, and it is my favourite season, next to autumn of course, and during my walks I have taken some photos using my iPhone. Sometimes I get caught up in the moment while I look up and admire the different colours of the winter sky.

I look up at the tops of trees and love how they appear like a misshapen shape with their dead branches and emptiness. There is something certainly poetic about these trees and how they appear with the sky as their background.

There is something changeless and sad and moving in these images.

Here is what I have come up with.

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*All images are by me, Jesse.

The Life Dilemma

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Oh boy, is life busy at the moment.

You forget how quickly time can take you from one destination to another, from a month into the next. Oh boy indeed.

If you haven’t noticed, I have been terribly busy, but like I said, you kind of get lost in time when everything is rushing around you. You have to make a choice. A healthy social life, a productive job, a productive writing life, dating, blogging. Which do you choose? Well, it seems impossible to balance it all. However, I’m getting better at it. I’m still in my mid 20s, so I have a lot to learn.

Life’s been good, but it’s time to start sharing what I’ve been up to.

There has been a fair bit of writing – I have nearly finished my book and I have just started another short story. No poetry atm, I’m afraid, but I have an idea so I will be working on that this weekend.

I have also been reading A LOT. I think I’ve read about twelve books within the last two weeks. Do we call that research?

Speaking of books, I went to a recent book launch. The author of ‘The Rosie Project’ Graeme Simsion came to town and spoke to a very large audience. He was brilliant. He actually made the effort to speak to his fans and signed books, in fact he signed mine. We had a chat, too. I’ve been to a few book launches/book readings in the past and a lot of the time the authors tend to have quite awkward social skills. Graeme was not awkward at all. He was funny and brilliant. Quite the lovely man. I recommend reading this. It is a fantastic read. I’m not used to reading romance/humour stories but this one works. It’s quite quirky and the main character has aspergers and he doesn’t know it. It’s set in Melbourne and New York City (two of my favourite cities in the world).

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Work is busy. Busy busy busy. I was in charge of the year 11 exams… So that’s over but now I have to work on REPORTS. Oh dear god is work BUSY! Don’t be surprised if you don’t see me again for another 3 months. haha.

Hope you are all well and thanks for sticking around.

The Thimble and Me – Poetry

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The Thimble and Me

By J. A. Weymouth

 

There is a fundamental sense of loss,

Discredited, false, sapling mind that is –

too claustrophobic in its set of ideas.

 

An infertile thimble now stationed to toss,

Only, at the bottom end of it can I see

Some form of worth.

She takes every opportunity to waste life.

 

The tall one does not seek the knife,

Don’t misunderstand this as a euphemism for suicide.

 

Only luck can handle this.

 

And with an open palm

Can one hold onto the channeling of joy –

Such freshness is met by widened eyes.

Life and other things.

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Hi all,

I’ve been calling this period of absence ‘a catch up of missed opportunities’ since I’ve been spending a lot of this time to work on my novel, read the books I’ve been meaning to read, and of course, read the material suggested by you kind fold.  Thank you.

It has been a busy time and of course – a time away from the internet. It’s good to get away from the business of the buzzing net (although you can’t quite escape Facebook). And you forget sometimes how distracting the internet can be but of course being absent means that I’ve lost track of the posts submitted by everybody else. So, I look forward to catching up with you all and I look forward to the amazing posts you all have no doubt submitted over the past few weeks.

I think I might make some kind of commitment to keep track with you, that although it is good to get away from the internet, it is also very important that I stay in contact with all of you because I do care about what you share with us. So, what I thought about doing was commit myself a week of wordpress, and bloggi-goodness, and then a week off the net, of utter commitmeant to read, and study and focus on the “novel-novel”.

Now, I have a few things planned for you all this week. I’m going to share some of the adventures I’ve had over the past couple of weeks. Nothing too special, I’m not really that interesting, but it would be good to share it with you anyway.

Also, I have a few poems and short-stories to be submitted.  Watch out for those.

Love always,

RedPlace.

This is a Red Night (Poetry)

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This is a Red Night

By J. A. Weymouth

 

This is a red night and

out of no where

two pairs of eyes meet.

 

Coffee stained glasses

and raised eyebrows

 

Applauded men

with white/left winged suits.

 

Freeways, miles,

and girls with boy-cut bobs.

 

This is a roaring night of dancing.

Key-board notes.

Mad Men. (the seekers) – Poetry

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Mad Men. (the seekers)

By J. A. Weymouth

 

Entrenched beneath

guessing

as the shadows dance in the hallways of darkness,

a footstep is taken, into the lamp lit room.

 

Solitary is the hint behind the eyes

the fool seeks the company of mad men.

 

His face is only half of the moon,

and tempers with the light of world.

 

Only darkness and blood can enter

though this is no gory tale.

 

Just a simple mad man

wondering,

meandering into

the hallways of others like him.

 

And so they dance.

An update on life and NaNoWriMo.

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It seems too long really since I last wrote a post on everyday life.  I’m not big on the whole blogging my day-to-day activities, but since I spoke to you all about my accidents I may as well give you a little update.

The ankle is all better and thank you to all of those who commented and sent me their best wishes.  It was really appreciated.  The ankle is fine, and doing pretty well considering the 7 week long ‘cast on’ period.  During its ‘cast off’ days, it’s a little stiff, sometimes a little sore, but getting stronger and stronger every day. 

And I have a new car!  Since a tree wrote off my last car, and being in a cast for 7 weeks I haven’t had a lot of freedom, so to have my cast removed and getting a brand new car all in the one week felt amazing.  Funny how you learn to appreciate the small things in life when things are taken away from you.  It gives you a little perspective.

So Dianne is the replacement and she is fitting in very well, my little Hyundai i30.

Oh yeah, NaNoWriMo.  I’m actually doing it this time! I don’t feel so left out now.  Already 10,000 words down.  So, I might actually get a book out of this.  I’ll keep you updated on that at least but I won’t be writing any short stories for a while, I’ll still update with the poetry but no stories.  

If you did notice, I took down the story ‘Dead Girl – Part 1’ since I only really finished the story last week I thought since I haven’t had the time to edit lately because of NaNoWriMo I will edit it later.  I’ll separate it in parts like I normally do, but with a few days in between so you do not have to wait for too long.

 

Cheers all, I hope you are all doing very well and thank you to all of you who have supported this blog.

 

RedPlace~

Hopes and Fears – Poetry

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Hopes and Fears

By J. A. Weymouth

There was something

lost in that sigh.

A paramnesia of windows shutting and

light closing began

in the wake of ideas.

 

Too far lost those ideas tread

(and they don’t remember their true beginnings)

so far away taken, over long shores and hopes, were they.

 

Corrosive/archaic from water.

Water is the fearless patient.

 

What is this wistful feeling?

A searching/yearning/wanting of the things that have passed and have not come.

All that has taken the hand.

 

Beyond question/reasoning to believe that place is only home,

but that home has become corrosive!

 

The head, like the hand, has been taken somewhere

away – mingled by the strain of ideas and journey seeking –

living in that false reality.

 

And I believed in that fantasy.

Hope has taken my hand.

They say it happens in threes.

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Is it true?  Or is it really the haunting thought that just lingers over chance?  An unfortunate chance.  Unlucky.  So here are my threes:

On Wednesday I was in a car accident.

On Thursday I fractured my ankle.

On Friday I broke my favourite mug.

So let me tell you the story of last week.  On Wednesday I was in a car accident.  It was a beautiful, sunny day, windy but lovely.  A friend and I were driving back from a town that sells the best fish ‘n’ chips, and I tell you what, they were delicious (I know! So Aussie right?).  We had noticed that it was an especially windy day, but on our way back home a tree, out of no where (yeah, I didn’t see it coming), fell on top of us while I was driving.  The windscreen shattered and I remember feeling the warm breeze of the wind reach me through the shattered glass.  I was bleeding and so was my friend, but they were only scratches.  There were no serious injuries and we were both okay.  Even though I panicked, I was still able to pull over safely.  It was dealt with as quickly as possible once I pulled over and after I took a breath and got out of the car.  The tow truck came quickly and we got out of there in around about an hour. The car was a write off and I got my insurance money very quickly.

On Thursday I fractured my ankle.  Only after I just going through this accident, the next night I go to my usual Roller-Derby training session and by the end of it I end up fracturing my ankle.  Oh, so lucky.  The only difference from that session like every other session is that I had new skates and we were in a new location.  The fractured ankle could be the result of me either getting too full of myself with my new skates (which is most likely), the new, smooth floor, the new, underestimated skates or me simply overestimating my abilities.  I like to think it was the smooth floor.  Boy, I tell you, I got a good ‘kick’ out of being in hospital two days in a row.  Lots of waiting.  But the doctors and nurses were very sympathetic as well as having a good laugh at the irony, well I was laughing too.

On Friday I broke my favourite mug.  I tell you what, it’s a real bitch getting used to crutches.

The moral of the story?  You could go through most of your life without getting into an accident and without breaking a bone, but sometimes, life can surprise you.  I have never been in an accident and I have never broken a bone in my body.  But to have them happen all at once?  I’ve broken plenty of mugs before of course but you could either look at your circumstances and think ‘boy, I’m unlucky’ or you could look at them and say ‘boy, I’m pretty lucky’.  I have had a week off work, I got more money back from insurance than I expected, and I’m learning to be pretty patient.  But I tell you what, out of all of this, I couldn’t have done this without the love and support of my friends and family.  They are all truly amazing.

Gosh darn it, I’m pretty fucking lucky.

The Night Drips

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The Night Drips

By J. A. Weymouth

 

The night is dripping

Soft melancholy

of the night.

 

Soothing thoughts of nightmares weep for better words.

 

The nightly whispers.

Red roses are not thoughts.

that sparkle sound

that shines

is dim in the dark.

 

And here I am sitting/waiting.

 

Quiet lights put pressure

on the mind,

while speechless/sensless

I am driven to a quiet world.

 

There are many whispers in the dark while I search for it.

 

A knowing.  A caring.

Distant.  It sits still.

 

What am I in that dark place?

 

That night drips

and I float alone

with soft words of reason.

 

Quiet words they are.

Quiet.