Moon Light

I worship the sun, but I yearn for the moon – on full beam yet tranquilising our daytime hullaballoos. Gliding with grace, an ethereal sister, she illuminates the quiet – casting daily spells upon our wrestless hive. “Why do you resist?” She wonders, arching around – silently tracing her ancient trail, to the world turned … More Moon Light

‘The Life and Lost Art of Stanisław Szukalski’

The majority of people come to accept that their youthful notions of greatness were just that: notions. While individually containing our own extraordinary elements, we are fundamentally ordinary human beings. Some work harder, or are dealt a better hand in life’s lottery – whether in the shape of skill or opportunity – but underneath it … More ‘The Life and Lost Art of Stanisław Szukalski’

Pub Politics: Remembrance Sunday, Brexit and the Desire for Peace

Perched on a stool in what appears to be a quintessential English pub, the Churchill Arms – but upon closer inspection is adorned with antiquated objects mixed with Irish signs, flags and other references to Irish culture – I engaged in the Brexit debate, on the eve of Remembrance Sunday. Communicating my personal truths, calmly, … More Pub Politics: Remembrance Sunday, Brexit and the Desire for Peace

Should

It is your duty to fill those high heels with femininity and zeal – the rouge of your sex, the desire to be vulnerable and ultimately vexed. You are obliged to compete in the rat race to refine, define and keep a pace – streamline and flex for success, wind yourself up and then revel … More Should

Leaning into the wind

I scowled impatiently as Andy Goldsworthy slowly, painfully moved through the brittle tree tops. His determination was impressive, his connection to nature intriguing and the crackling of bark satisfying — but I still hadn’t clicked. Where was the art in this pondering exploration of woodland compositions? It might seem like an odd film choice for … More Leaning into the wind

Fishing, for what?

The warm grip of the Spanish heat loosens with each whistle of the wind, releasing me from its luxurious caress momentarily – bringing me back to my surroundings as though a valium induced haze had lifted. I push back onto my arms, let my hair tickle my back and kick out my legs. The fishermen … More Fishing, for what?

Meditation

The wind tickles my face. The waves seem to wash right through me, before colliding with the harbour rocks below. Thoughts swirl in circular motion, peppered with the pulse of my mantra which drives the moment deeper. My dangling feet are numb, only the pressure from the weight of my legs over the smooth edge … More Meditation

Afro Beat

Watch him bounce alone on his dreary isle – nothing but the crescendo of flowing traffic for rhythm, defining his space. Those cocker spaniel eyes and that gleeful smile – his old lips stretched like a thin elastic band, hooked upon his overgrown ears. Childish knee bends and manic head wiggles, clasping his wheelie street-cleaner-bin … More Afro Beat