“When others demand that we become the people they want us to be, they force us to destroy the person we really are. It’s a subtle kind of murder … the most loving parents and relatives commit this murder with smiles on their faces.” ― Jim Morrison People are afraid of themselves They should stand up Read more about My sister is a serial killer[…]
Seven thirty and the light is starting to diminish. lamps are needed to read by. The time of fires is fast approaching. Next week is forecast to be a late blast of heat,Summer going out in a blaze before the equinox marks the step change in the seasonsAnd the year wanes into the time of Read more about Seven thirty[…]
A Shiny chestnut conker, smooth to the touch. And a harvest of eight plump pears from our treeSeven thirty and the light is starting to diminish.lamps are needed to read by.The time of fires is fast approaching.Next week is forecast to be a late blast of heat,Summer going out in a blazebefore the equinox marks Read more about A shiny chestnut conker[…]
Reflections in the window of the bare tree. shocks me. Autumn is really just around the corner. Always a source of joy for me. but this year I have embraced the heat far more, I have really sought it out, welcomed it on my skin taken it inside me,Now it wanes. But I love the Read more about Sunday Sadness[…]
Furry mint flowers mint me at the doorThe Hydrangea and sunflowers are finishing. But there’s a bud on the new anemone. Deepest pink penstemon trumpets flank the steps. There’s a downpour of rain. Which leaves water gurgling long after in the drain and raindrops lined up across the top of each pane of glassthrough which Read more about Home[…]
We set off for home. whith a haul of cooking apples. strawberry and ginger plant babies. but take the last opportunity. for a slow meander though empty london streetsright along the embankment. past Big Ben and churchilll. Buckingham palace And St James park to Prince’s gate. Police and protesters keep us moving straight through And Read more about London[…]
White Shells crunching underfoot. The shellfish smells of the estuary. cockles and clams. a solitary egret. then a flock of swans landingHoney from the hive. riverside refreshment. Back to the hospital. along the boulevard of trees. leaves turning to autumn shades. Not a few already starting to gather at their feet.
Let’s go on our journey. night travellers. Into the dark womb of silent stillness. the holding space. centre of mystery and sorcery. sanctuary of truth and secrecy. Explanding out into eternity. blending into infinity. boundless. I float suspended. A moon mothflutters through the darkness. feeding on the cool flowers of the night. The air vibrating Read more about Moon and Night[…]
Seed set. Night returns. Mary Magdalene is honoured. The seed sistas dress as Amanita muscariaPsychedelic fish swim byHere with the sturgeon on the Lammas full moon. back in my hometown with a toolkitrediscovering the old with new eyes. Walkingfinding the beauty where I had previously seen none. AnnaJoy says remember. you are made of magic. Read more about Dark moon[…]
dreams. Bronze Slow worm. hop flowers foxWood pigeon calling, calling me home Unpaved road. hidden reserveblue house farm. owl cam. sheep camouflaged ingolden fields. red sail passing. guiding us on. steps rising. onto the sea wall. Soft breeze cooling. flap of wings so close. skimming the surface of the dry yellow grasssmell of the seaweed Read more about Crouch Estuary[…]