Sean Bidd

Nomadic & transient tales, with the occasional short piece of chaos.

Where’s home

Where do ye call home, For home will always draw from a deep well, It’ll be there when one needs, When one wants it, To lead one home, To find … Continue reading

January 24, 2015 · 1 Comment

Tailgates and storms

It’s been a quiet night sitting on the tailgate Watching stars disappear between two storms As the road behind us turns to red earth mud We sit here blanket and … Continue reading

January 24, 2015 · Leave a comment

Every week since year now passed

A week which is no longer real Finds one contemplating cost Cost to another, or many perhaps Maybe asked not enough questions For answers to fill in all these Static … Continue reading

January 24, 2015 · 1 Comment

A shallow echo drifting

Here, a year has started inside of change, it feels like turmoil at present, with no assurances, nor trust, but for a shallow echo to what once was something in … Continue reading

January 24, 2015 · 1 Comment

Another small moment’s song

Yeah, your eyes wake as you lie there Painted with blue sky and clouds Fingers run along grass like harp strings These here days you stand in a field Roll … Continue reading

January 24, 2015 · Leave a comment

Beyond snow covered ground

You walk on snow covered ground where scarecrows stand still While blizzard winds remove all trace on a path you once trekked Up through small forested hills to where your … Continue reading

January 17, 2015 · 9 Comments

Enchantment walks

Passing out from behind steel roller shutters Enchantment walks its beauty out slow along Unpaved roads, boots upon every pebble untouched Turning her sober face away into those moving shadows … Continue reading

January 15, 2015 · 6 Comments

Finest gifts

Finest gifts Our finest gifts we once bring Over oceans, not to our dreams Three fifths out across these ways Forgotten histories, they now rush in. Gilded grass bending beneath … Continue reading

December 29, 2014 · 8 Comments

All in a bottle

All in a bottle A two hundred year old bottle Once full, now empty sits In shadows where a poet Rests against a weathered wall Writing in each passing day … Continue reading

December 27, 2014 · 4 Comments


Endurance Endurance, a girl carried long by these sand-hills A wanderer in moments between it’s passing dust storms In places long ago across nights, every thread taken, lost From her … Continue reading

December 23, 2014 · 4 Comments



Wayfaring Days

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Urban grunge 1

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Miniature Glasshouse - Greenhouse(RS)

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A free book

Just Perhaps: Conversations and Duets

Just Perhaps: Conversations and Duets

Another book coming soon

Beneath a Weathered Sky

Beneath a Weathered Sky


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