You know the feeling. There’s a deadline looming, and your mind has gone completely blank. Nothing, nada. It’s like your brain has frozen. Luckily the latest research shows us the most common roadblocks to creativity, and how to move past them and get on with the job. Fear of failure Most people are afraid ofContinue reading “Common Roadblocks to Getting into Creative Flow”
Author Archives: Phoenix
Creative writing
I have decided to change my approach to this blog. I’ve had a lifetime of creative writing, from short stories and poems in School and University magazines, to self publishing on Amazon; helping with scripts for school plays in my teaching career; to workshops as a student and as a tutor. Professionally, I teach MathematicsContinue reading “Creative writing”
Do you need those toes?
Mr. Williams sits on a grassy bank, Thinking that life is a load of wank, Then turns to his wife and says I’ll be Frank; If I was tree I would soon be a plank. Do you need those toes Mr. Williams? Mr. Williams sits alone at home, Thinking he’d rather be in Rome, PlayingContinue reading “Do you need those toes?”
November
I ignored it this year.
Ramila
Ramila is my heart And even when we start to tear ourselves apart I just want to fart
Gutter: SNipe: Pimp
Fifth step to Madness. Gutter: Snipe: Pimp: Three word Slogan, All you need, So you Justify, Your Personal Greed. Gutter: Snipe: Pimp: Mad Anna called me twice today. We ate tea, Smoked Wine, Drank Cakes, Walked on Lakes for Heaven’s sake. “There! Is a Bull in a Fence!” Indefensible. There was a time, In theContinue reading “Gutter: SNipe: Pimp”
Gutter: Snipe: Pimp
Fourth step to Madness That bird flew in to his nest; Casablanca! Da! Boozer! TV documentary deleted, Summer dreams all defeated, Conversations not completed; Empty minds in charge and seated. “I thought we could fly?” “I wish I could fly!” “But I won’t try.” “I hate that guy.” I can tell by his drunken knows!Continue reading “Gutter: Snipe: Pimp”
Strange Things From Uranus
I love to boost it !!!
Gutter: Snipe: Pimp
Third step to Madness. Confusion contusion, Arms caught in the door, Fingers stuck in the floor, “I’m homeless and it’s war!” We didn’t get old with the band of gold, Not to the end, my first friend. Turtle dove, My first love Military Hardship, my correction, No direction, No reflection. You left too soon. IContinue reading “Gutter: Snipe: Pimp”
Gutter: Snipe: Pimp
Second step to Madness Look at this lass, She’s a Brass. I can set you up, My aging pup. Crawling down the corridor of fun; This girl; This room. Was there lime in the coconut? Did you drink it all up? Eight track detachment, tied to the bed. Three screws, two speakers, one love. BlackContinue reading “Gutter: Snipe: Pimp”
