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I write my heart out down the page in big, bold letters: HereEverAfterReadTruth I also write my truth. What is my truth? ToReceive Understanding Travel Here Travel where? To the: Compass-defyingEternalNeverlandTidalReciprocalEden If I’d used American English, this would have read ‘Eden Reciprocal.’ Perhaps it would have sounded better. Still, it’s the same place: the centre of a black... Continue Reading →
The labyrinth of life. There's no ball of string for it, is there? And it seems to be full of Minotaurs. At some point in early childhood, you become aware that one day you are going to die, and you might well ask: 'What the hell does it all mean then?' I remember wondering if... Continue Reading →
When we climbed Slavnik at Easter, most of the flowers were not yet ready to bloom, as it was still rather cold at the summit. I knew we would have to return at the height of spring, when the hills would be alive in floral colour. We made the climb today, and were not disappointed!... Continue Reading →
Having now finished editing The Anthropocene Hymnal, I can certainly say that I have learned a lot about the editing process. Anyone who writes a blog or owns a website will be familiar with editing their own work. I am prone to making typos, so I always try to remember to run my text through... Continue Reading →
The oldest messenger in the universe,yet ageless:through you we are able to travel back in timeand 'see into the life of things.'My son asked me if it would ever be possible to build a time machine,I told him 'we already have one.'I also told him not to be afraid to die, one day,because we are... Continue Reading →
Sweet on the outsideskin soft and waxy-toughbitter in the middle My Auntie bought a bag of them she told me 'these are not for you'which meant (of course) I had to try:I didn't like them. Originally from Chinaa place where I have never beenoriental citrus A Twenty-something housesittingthe Cemetery Lodge, 'Help yourself to the liquor,... Continue Reading →
What lies beyond, beneath, aroundthe corner?Show me a locked door: I'll spend all daysearching for the key.For heaven's sake, never show me a border!Don't fence me in, not even metaphorically -if I have one incurable obsession it is curiosity. © Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved Written for dVerse Tonight, De is hosting Quadrille, where the watchword is... Continue Reading →
I ask myself ‘is there ever a dayin which I do not try?’Death and destruction famine and disease write the headlinessell the stories. The earth is reacting to all of our excessone day may cleanse itself of all of usit’s hard to deny, it’s all a messand yet is this a reason not to try lovinghopewritingpoetrylivingmomentarily learning to be... Continue Reading →
As autumn crumbles into brittle parts,And lifted on a whisper of winter's breath,Another season of the year departs,The cloud's brief tears bear mourning of its death, Cold snatches the pearls of heavenly birth,To sprinkle twee crystal parcels in lieu,Bewitching giggling streams in sheets of mirth,Primed for pebbles to free the babbling blue, Sleeping giants will... Continue Reading →
As summer leaves behind the springThe days grow ever longerThe leaves are green the birds do singThe sun shines ever strongerI walk along the sandy shoreAnd gaze out to the distant seaI feel the warmth and long for moreThe summer sun has set me freeI then ascend a distant hillAnd contemplate a tranquil skyThe night... Continue Reading →
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