no longer a stone barricade, she tasted melted leaves as though they were promissory’s each moment in the serpentine dusk was a small, electric thrill, like the realisation she was not moving, but the train on the other platform was.gracile, … Continue reading blockade
Trigger Warning: This post talks about suicide and mental illness. If you’re vulnerable to these topics please don’t read it. I’m looking for a non-fiction book about the topic of culture in hospitals , and I don’t find one that … Continue reading Hospital Mosaics
Complacency is a gray feathered bird, I buried in the winter of my past. Clocks shattered dreams that we never quite heard between cobbled alleys they broke their fast. Barefoot in dreams of the way that we ran. I felt … Continue reading Complacency is a gray bird
Anticipation beyond corners in these dreams Waiting for the chance To embrace emerald valleys Moments that carry a soul Continue reading Emerald Valleys
The pebble tumbled down the steep, rocky face of the cliff in a small rebellion, dislodged by a gust of wind, attacked over the eons by the ceaseless movement of water and snow, the flow of heat and cold. For … Continue reading Small Rebellion
“It’s a different kind of green,” my uncle tells me, and he’s probably right. I’m about twelve years old, which means it’s a time before the internet, or phones that are not tethered to a wall. I own exactly 1 … Continue reading A Different Kind of Green
I’m withholding a note In my pocket, if you come too close I shall read it, sing it reveal all that ink has mastery over Distance is everything – except in a desert of meaningless grief Taken to the yellow … Continue reading Theremin
Grasped a nettle and felt the shock of a cold cup of coffee, a lightning strike the rejection of a pretty girlCrossed a river and wandered into abandoned tunnels before the feast of uncertainty Remembered trivia Yearned for too longSoon, … Continue reading A Thousand New Regrets
Few of these Empires and too many of these rivers are content a train rose to a state of loss, faster and faster the labels of travel passed. Lost the hours, lost the way to my doorway, lost the falling … Continue reading From Ljubljana to Bled
“The carpark is remarkable – because it is beautiful, which is not something that I ever expected to happen.” I said this recently and explained how the parking area in the Plitvice Lakes National Park is this really strange moment … Continue reading The Chemistry of Stone
Warm wings outspread with quivering caresses that mar the darker yellow Where a lifting beam of heat drifts The day is a low heat, soft rests, sodden earth is its mist The ruptured stone breast flags down and into old … Continue reading a call to someday, a rare sun lifting
Jackhammer verse and dismay there is a loneliness in the sound of a woodpecker that is unheard in the clamour of your absurdity These are erstwhile ruins, these are walks with too little sunshine, too little fog Tasted the icy … Continue reading Erstwhile Ruins
It’s a return to the place of childhood, not because he was young, but because the last time he was here his parents were alive and that made him someone’s child. Now he is alone, even though as the train … Continue reading She Remembers the Living and the Dead
Light poured over the traceries of colour in the leaves like a diagram of the human bloodstream, but rendered in orange and green rather than the blue and red that hung on the wall of a science classroom. The tyres … Continue reading sensibilia
The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of Heaven, In the broad day-light Percy Bysshe Shelley There’s this moment where the plane is coming in low enough and we break through the blanket of clouds and … Continue reading Descent
Blaze of Obscurity 