by Jamie Rivenberg | life, words
The following is a brief outpouring of brain clutter. It serves no other purpose than to be an unartistic sharing of thoughts around a subject that I am certain to return to properly at a later date… Today, my thoughts have been focused on balance. Whilst...
by Jamie Rivenberg | words
I nominate you. I nominate you to change the world. I nominate you to pour a bucket of water over your head. I nominate you to raise awareness. I nominate you to down your drink. I nominate you to stop. I nominate you to change the world. I nominate you to pour a...
by Jamie Rivenberg | words
The ferns tickled her nose. It always did this when she fell over in the forest, But she liked it. It reminded her a bit of her pet dog from when she was a child in the 80s. His nose used to touch things as well, And it was a conservative government back then too. The...
by Jamie Rivenberg | words
I do not recognise this young goat. He’s stolen my favourite book And he won’t give it back. He speaks fluent German, But refuses to acknowledge my claim on the book, Arguing that he plucked it himself from the tree by the edge of the reservoir. I push him...
by Jamie Rivenberg | words
“What happen’s next?” asked 417 “Is there a robot hell, or heaven?” “I haven’t a clue” said 823 “ But I’m sure you’ll find out sooner than me” “Nobody knows what’s after it ends we all fall apart, because nobody mends. We fall to pieces down at their feet Tossed aside...
by Jamie Rivenberg | words
The light streams through the curtains and wakes me As my mother does that thing That all mothers do To wake up their sleeping youngsters When it’s time to get up. She’s already laid out my clothes Ready for me to get dressed Before I head downstairs And find my...
