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This is not the kind of article I normally write. But I feel that right now there are some things which need to be said. We live in a dangerously divided world. If we question authority, we are labelled 'conspiracy theorists' by the very people we had hoped might support us. People who claim to... Continue Reading →
I thought I'd try something a little different today. This week, I have been struggling with PMDD, so I have been spending a lot of time practising meditation. I listen to a lot of guided meditations online, but I've never found one which uses poetry as its basis. I think this is a shame, because... Continue Reading →
As the magnetic resonance flashes up an imageof zeros and onesconverted to an imageon a computer screenso I can seethe chambers of my brainI ask now ‘Am I only... Continue reading at MasticadoresUSA. I have been writing a lot about life and death recently. Perhaps it is because of the pandemic, which has brought this topic... Continue Reading →
So quiet and desolatethere the forest stands,like a disarmed soldier staresbeyond, with empty hands. No longer does it roar nor shrinkbeneath the distant sun -as in a waking dream of kingsbeneath the mountain, Krn. Alas, by wind, by waterall my joy has fled…as barren as nature’s evening mistby twilight silence fed. As there within the... Continue Reading →
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 →
