What is love? Everyone has an answer, some less fruity than others. I have considered the cynics and the romantics. Our material culture is saturated with a desperate emptiness, singing of an answer called Love. I have heard the songs, I have watched the films, promising utopias of Happily Ever After. And then, occasionally, I […]Read more "What is Love I: Starting Again"
Like squirrels, we sometimes stash our histories and tragedies in little fragments and corners of the world, and then promptly forget about them. Little glimpses: words and pictures, smells and sounds. Above:from the instarchives, 53 weeks ago Below: from the instapost one day ago Last evening , as I stepped off the bus home, one […]Read more "Slivers, Skies & Sandwiches"
So why do you like her? Obvious as it sounds this was a question that used to stump me quite a good bit whenever I was in a relationship. I remember the earliest answer I generated, when someone asked me this question about my first girlfriend. With nearly a decade since of hindsight, I realise […]Read more "Songs & Sentences"
You must be a long time ago. So strange, isn’t it, that they give the same words to things that mean so differently, to colours that contrast, but cannot conjoin. Because the sky isn’t the same at midnight as it is at midday, because silky is a texture that is not the same as sapphire. […]Read more "Blue"
This morning I woke with a coldness in my heart, but I was also resolute. There is a very long and jagged road ahead, but I have seen sunrises on the mountains before, dawn breaking after the long cold night. I remember the joy of the bright day. I know the sun must set to […]Read more "I’ll Make It!"
I believe there is virtue in vulnerability The ability to open, and open again The way the mouth must, in order for us To nourish ourselves, to make and re-make And yet what must it be like, To carry so much upon your Self: To bear a Galaxy glowing in your pocket To hold a […]Read more "Mouth"
”Baby, I’ve been here before I know this room I’ve walked this floor I used to live alone Before i knew you” – Hallelujah, Leonard CohenRead more "This Room"