Order in the Chaos

You know it’s there,

That’s why you search

For order in the chaos

And though quite blind,

You know you’ll find

Some order in the chaos (more…)

Things Are Looking Up

Sometimes I am the angry indication of an accidental fire, blanketing the innocents around me.
Sometimes I am a jet stream, a memory of power, of surging to a destination.

Sometimes I am just a wisp, a series of horse tails flicking at the cool outer reaches of the atmosphere, remote. (more…)

The Mating Dance

Mating season ended, on a high note.

Settling on a hapless muddle of twigs and ribbons and

Strips of plastic

The pair waited for the delicate tumble of the hope

Of the flock, the big-eyed blind ones, with their gaping

Cawing, ceaseless crying, and the motes

Of song rising above the nest, mother

With her worn beak tucked into her dowdy breast (more…)

Scott Dunlop

Read too much Dr Seuss as a child (and as an adult), and thinks life would be better served by being lived in a series of badly constructed rhyming couplets and plenty of mixed metaphors. He lives in Cape Town, and works in communication, which is ironically not a skill he possesses. His blogging alter ego is found here: http://squidsquirts.blogdrive.com