‘It all sounds fine to me.’ Dr. Llewellyn shook his head and dislodged the stethoscope from his ears, ‘I can’t hear any problems Gary. Are you getting this jumping sensation now?’ ‘Not at the moment,’ I said. But for the past week just when things were going right in my life, my heart went wrong. It […]
Procrastination Rules!
To all those fellow procrastinators out there. You’re not alone! What you waiting for? Do something tomorrow.
Music for Introspection
David Sylvian‘s music has been very important throughout my life. A poet, an often-troubled artist, and an all-round introspective soul, Sylvian has always known the importance of quiet introspection in healing oneself and moving on in the world. He started as the lead singer of ’80s, New York Dolls influenced band Japan, before going solo in the mid-eighties. A multi-intrumentalist with […]
Silent Bridges
7th March, 2015 Dear Sarah, I was so happy to hear back from you! I didn’t expect you to respond, not after all this time. However, I hope you don’t mind me responding via a letter. Email is too informal and one feels the need to be jovial. I know it’s a bit archaic, but I […]
The Long Good Hike
Hike had hit the streets. Hike made heroin feel like cheap aspirin. Hike made people walk. Made people walk without care. Legs became uninhibited. Wives walked out on husbands, husbands out on mistresses. Somewhere, somebody was walking out on someone. Companies had no staff, schools no teachers, patients died with no doctors in hospitals to treat them. Slowly, society […]
Mindfulness and Creativity
Learning to let go before diving in: the importance of mindfulness in the creative process.
Sloggerwocky
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did sigh and grumble at their desks; All mimsy was the CFO, And the auditors stressed. “Beware the long hard slog, my son! The cogs that turn, the hands that snatch! Beware the late nights, and politics of The sociopaths!” He opened up his MS Word: Long time the […]
How I Learned Drive
My second driving instructor was called Alan and I remember him well. I don’t remember the name of my first but he looked like Mr. Bronson, the grumpy headmaster from Grange Hill. This toupeed, bespectacled man, who faced his mid-life with a furrowed brow worn over a sea green trench coat, would spend the lessons crossed-armed […]
1905
dreams bled on snow, black
october murdered hope — a
fatal spring is born
Zing
When Evelyn left because the pills failed him, he replaced the void with more pills, and now the pills anaesthetised him, sent him between states of extreme anguish and mild torpidity, and made him angry and resentful that they’d let him down in the first place. MAOIs kept him awake and filled him with loathing, SSRIs made him sleepy and […]
Faded Photo
my printed smile needs
your gaze, without attention
i have no vigour
Mushroom
you feast on tired lives
breathe their spoiled dreams, sly, savage
beauty born from rot
Slices
torn by cruel hands, ripped
apart, cut and divided.
two, aching slices
A Surprise Letter
dog-eared, old letters,
friendless memories wanting
friends, oceans brought you