Limestone and Leaves

The sunlight makes fools of us all and reveals truths that sit uncomfortably in the radiance of 2 kilograms of photons driven across an eight and a half minute journey. I wanted to stay in the shadowed thrall of the forest that hunkered sullenly, and safe as the creatures that He spoke of cast my…

Within Your Skin

“It’s like an apple,” she tells me, “A thin skin on the outside and then layers “until you reach the core,” and then she changes her mind. “It’s not like an apple at all.”   Inside then, a ball of iron, over one thousand kilometres across, spinning, The apple falls apart and I wonder how…

Kumanjaye

You’re going to think about movies, but dying is not like in the movies. You’ve been conditioned by western cultural tropes to frame your life into a script for the inevitable biopic about you. Songs will become the soundtrack, carefully curated through your iPod, or a music streaming service. You clothes will become wardrobe, a…

Magnetism

It’s in the way that a magnet pushes away to my curious gaze, I can feel the ghost telling me “No, these two cannot touch.” What would happen if they did?   Touch is a scary thing, sometimes. Never quite sure what will happen if the magnets meet, will they end the world? Will there…

Bubble

There is an old stone and wire wall along the path for about half a mile. It belongs to the house – is it a Manor home, or the Clubhouse of the golf course? Either way, I have walked the public path past the collection of little conifers, pine and cypress, and hear in the…

Bread and Water

You walked here once, I must suppose, upon this earth -this grass and stone. This gentle forest did enclose your breath, as does now mine alone   The treeline’s edge reveals the sun the shining limestone ‘neath the blue. The rocky course where rivers run, beside where shepherds’ charges drew   their lifeblood from the…

Daily Prompt: Observe

The canary and green turf follows an asymptotic curve away from my feet, interspersed with sudden rocky drops before the angle becomes too steep to contemplate from my position with my legs outstretched before me. to my left the mountain drops off more steeply, the jumble of limestone becoming more frequent in a gradient of…

Object

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” she says, and then she kisses me long and softly. And of course I just float away, there in the back room And the old people in the other room know  and smile at our vitality and innocence.   I wonder what she looks like now? She held a radiance…

Together

The Old man and I, at the little beer garden in the grounds of the hospital. I would help wheel him out, and after a stroll through the grounds, we would sit and have a drink. It was here I showed him how to use the Kindle I bought him. It was here we spoke…

Painting

Created by my 3 year old pouring paint. These moments are those where I realise that my best tribute to the Old Man’s legacy is beyond my little stories… It is in these moments as a father myself.

Desire Path

The meadow rises up and away from me, like one of those exponentially rising graphs that my maths teacher used to draw on the board, to my eternal mystification. Yet here it makes sense, pushing up the last hundred metres of elevation in a swell of alpine grass and flowers at the ridge that marks…