A Liturgy for Sleeplessness.

A Liturgy for Sleeplessness.

It’s Day 35 of Covid-19 lockdown for me and while usually I would make no attempt to timestamp these types of offerings to the universe; I began to notice a few weeks ago that more and more of my friends around the world were beginning to report of sleeplessness. Once...
Poem: Love Is Not

Poem: Love Is Not

Someone once said to me that poems ought not to need explanation, but some do. I differ in opinion because it suits me. This is a poem about Love and Love is not. – Before I knew anything hard or cruel like the world is I believed in fairy tales with one dubious...
What Happens Sometimes In A Bar.

What Happens Sometimes In A Bar.

If you want to build resilience into your character, visit a bar. Put on your favourite clothes, wear your best scent. Promise yourself to be exactly who you are in every moment, because there are things that sometimes happen in a bar that can make you strong. They...
Poem: Counting Stars

Poem: Counting Stars

When does discovery end? How do you know when you have learned enough or all things? I think ‘discovering’ is a present art; could we not practice it endlessly, traversing ever deeper and higher and wider? When can you say you are known or know another...
Remember is Quicker than Forget.

Remember is Quicker than Forget.

I once said to someone that writing requires an ability to recall a moment, a feeling, a person in an instant. To re-enter the past and all we experienced there, then step back into the present. Thus, it is possible to live with much experience and emotion close to...
The Body Communion

The Body Communion

I wrote this piece in the last few days. It’s a simple prayer really; it has a lot of uses and it echoes a number of sacred acts.   i. my body welcomes your body my blood rises to meet your blood our body welcomes your body our blood rises to meet your...