the night when
the veil between worlds is the thinnest,
when witches ride
hard across the night,
when the dead surge to rescue the living
from their mire,
when the full moon
calls us to wilderness,
wakes our wolvish sensing to the
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I am standing by a dark, black, stone sea,
where nothing lives
no reflection sees.
They tell me they used to swim in it
but now there are merely
tourists behind a rope,
dipping distant fingers
into the icy
I turn to walk the path into the red-brick, splendid town,
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The lonely tree
There is a pain, like no other for me,
the pain of knowing you are together
and I am here.
Locked down, locked away.
The primary classrooms when too tall I towered out of the peer group clusters,
The secondary scythes of wop, diego, spik.
The secret of the shameful family split,
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Let nature guide us
At the end of my last blog which was the findings of the survey, I raised a question: What practical changes are you making to birth this new world?’
I was on my dawn walk this morning, listening to the birds and letting myself be washed in the sunlit green of the trees when … Read more
The many stories of covid
I’ve always been a reader and a writer filling exercise books of horse and ballet stories when I was young. But it was when my parents got divorced that I learned for myself, what I would later learn to be postmodernism, deconstructivism at university. I learned from my parents that there were multiple narratives.
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I may be turning feral
I may be turning feral. I have short nails from gardening and have worn my hair in plaits for weeks. The white strands are taking over and I can’t see without my glasses, but I’m guessing my eyebrows need plucking. I eat when I am hungry and wear what I like. I sometimes snooze on … Read more