‘Yoga’ means ‘to join,’ ‘to yoke,’… Melding body and mind in the momen… until the thought of a thought of… echoes in the movement of a moveme… and the locus of time ceases to be…
When I skip it usually takes two or three tries to get going. I lash the rope overhead and it crashes into my ankles. I try again, faster, and this
I told you once, I told you twice… I’m real as real can be. Now turn around, Mr Deckard, and do not follow me. My memories are personal,
Part 1 Ici repose un soldat Francois mor… (1914-1918). Beneath this flame there is no tom… no ashes grace that empty bed,
Walk backwards all day and forward… Fly a kite at twilight– twice. Fa… Fall out of love. Repeat. Go danc… two left feet, then two right, the… Visit Hungary, Spain and Canada.
Where to start? At the beginning, I suppose. Stepping off an eight-hour New Yo… into pitch black, sweltering humid… the kind that makes your already s…
Awkwardly, I walked up the slende… The lecture theatre was full (a ra… There, at the front, was a bald ma… Behind him, in large font, were th… ‘Introduction to Creative Writing…
Sat Here Thinking. Fingers Buried
Memories are like sand, They surface in unlikely places. Inland, miles from the shore It’s still there At the bottom of your shoe
Unremarkable. A dull green rock Its embers do not pulse, but glow Not bright, like the stars; but de… An older sun, a tired sun, Krypto… Kal-El
So, you’re leaving then? After all these years. The highs, the lows, and the in-be… You’re off. No, of course I’m not ‘ok.’
Ageing is the process where dreams and the everyday get closer together
A ghostly figure roams across the Cold steel, softly creeping. Lazi… And stretches its wings, then jump… The open sky. A crimson sea ebbin… And flowing, tooing and frowing ge…
God is a rose petal called Nareet… which soaks up the morning sun wit… God is sleep in the corner of your… which brushes away and braces the… God is an old man and a young woma…
Restless, I put on my joggers, pa… yellow beanie and mask. I look a s… but I don’t care. I can’t sleep a… to halt the endless turning of my… I step outside.
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