Roderick Makim

Joined November 2021

93 stories

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Read one too many adventure stories as a child and decided I'd make that my life.

I grew up on a cattle station in the Australian Outback and decided to spend the rest of my life seeing the rest of the world.

For more: www.roderickmakim.com

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Runner-Up in Full Moon Challenge

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Home or the road
Somewhere to go, Somewhere to be. _ Belonging and Ownership Or Longing to own Nothing. _ Finding adventure In the endless journey
By Roderick Makim2 years ago in Poets
Doomscrolling on
World War III is trending Again. - Banality of horror. - Nothing is incomprehensible To the Algorithm. - World War III
By Roderick Makim2 years ago in Poets
Love songs
What is the music That moves you? _ What is the joke That makes you Laugh Alone? _ The thought That brings the Smile
By Roderick Makim2 years ago in Poets
Zoe. Top Story - April 2024.
What line separates the Rumble of the wheels From the Howl of the wolves? _ Can you find it Here In the endless prefabrication?
By Roderick Makim2 years ago in Poets
Democracy eclipsed
Exaggerated elegy over the Corpse of democracy, less a Lament of the dead, laying there for all to see Interred in public, than a
By Roderick Makim2 years ago in Poets
Lost voices
Walking alone at night through the blight of concrete and glass, he first felt the whispers of the trees. But he did not hear them.
By Roderick Makim2 years ago in Fiction
Biodegradation
As I awoke one morning from unsettling dreams, I found myself transformed in my bed into something even worse than a gigantic insect.
By Roderick Makim2 years ago in Fiction
Left Behind
Tired and warm in the bitter cold, she breathed her last words. The biting wind took them. Unheard, by the rest of her party as they disappeared into the mirage of wind and snow.
By Roderick Makim2 years ago in Fiction
Further adventures within one day in the life of Ivan and Denis
Introduction The canal was an ugly concrete gash through the guts of the city. Thin brown water frothed by unhealthily on a warm day in late spring, carrying the dead smells of trash and urine and shit along with it.
By Roderick Makim2 years ago in Fiction
We are
What path sets down Before our feet - What track trails away Unfurling In our wake? _ We are Where we think We’re going.
By Roderick Makim2 years ago in Poets
Infinity Nets
Woven thoughts _ Ideas weave Through people Never met touching across Time centuries apart Cultural memory of common Humanity of the times
By Roderick Makim2 years ago in Poets
Buying books from a second-hand bookstore and being second-guessed by the woman behind the counter
Is there a word For the smell of books? _ Two words, really For distinctly separate scents New and old. _ New books -
By Roderick Makim2 years ago in Poets

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Home or the road

Doomscrolling on

Love songs

Zoe. Top Story - April 2024.

Democracy eclipsed

Lost voices

Biodegradation

Left Behind

Further adventures within one day in the life of Ivan and Denis

We are

Infinity Nets

Buying books from a second-hand bookstore and being second-guessed by the woman behind the counter

Achievements (1)