Compass Point

North is up, at least on the map most of the time, so is it any wonder that my journey home, north to a country of; towering masses of stone, castles and fortresses defoliated with time, drifts of snow and days, and days where the sun describes a suggestion of travel before returning to slumber – is…

Seeking a Visceral Experience

Seeking a visceral experience doesn’t always have to be a serious or arduous journey, as any child can tell you.

We Are All Family

What did matter were those endless warm days, that time where we were all family, mother, father, daughters, friends and strangers. We are all family, all seated at the same table, breaking bread, talking, laughing, living.

Elegy

There is no grave at which to weep, just ashes in the brickwork deep to shelter from the mistrals’ breath the only home for him since death. Yet there is not where he’ll be found nor yet in ashes underground this man no sanctum could contain but find his tears in summer rain his voice…

5 Salutations to your senses

A trip down memory lane should not begin and end with reminiscence, but lead you to a greater sense of awareness of where you are now. The following passages are each followed by an exercise intended to help guide you through remembering the value of sense memory in the way it makes you who you…

Exhaustive Meandering

Across water soaked meadow to the foot of limestone, the rush of too much water, and the sound of decisions taken by rocks unbidden, a mile and more above as the little hut slumps and the young man wonders and waits as the dark gathers and stretches across bearing out the promise of high places,…

Fairy Tales About Death

How escapism and fantasy can teach us about dealing with reality, even when we don’t want to…