I stood and stared, the road silent for once, listening to the thumping beat of the waves on the harried shore, and the call of the wind whispered in my ear of wet weather to come, the rustle in the bushes of small birds startled by jackdaws rough calling, charging passed. —– I stayed watching,… Continue reading A Moment in Time
Month: November 2022
Forest Bathing
Look up! Look up! and see the dull glimmer of stars as light travels steadily for millions of our earth years, to be swallowed up by the mirky polluted earth skies, finally the mystery of their lives is visible to our eyes. ——– Take time! Watch the golden, moon lit stratosphere, or the pounding waves… Continue reading Forest Bathing
Brexit’s Legacy
Startled by swiftness of the grievous downturn, he stood looking at his terraced house, once warm, once welcoming and in his hands were bulging bags, and his children playing their games on tech screens. Weary from work he held the bag from the Foodbank, and felt again the creaking of a body underfed and ——-… Continue reading Brexit’s Legacy
COP27! What is Truth?
Somewhere a contaminated trickle runs through an arid landscape, nearby are the bodies of the dying, graceful giraffes, or gilded lions, letting their last breath and their bodies die into the brutal dry earth as it turns to the dust of decisions and decide on coal over water. —— Somewhere a thirsty man frantically digs… Continue reading COP27! What is Truth?
Conspiracy to Harm
The coils of lies lie indifferently at the feet of the many who deny, they turn everyone’s tragedy into a fearsome, wild conspiracy, hunting paralysed, grieving victims of shocking, violent atrocities, hurting their pain with their own lazy brain that simply chooses. —– Sitting in a wheel chair a broken man sees his disabled daughter,… Continue reading Conspiracy to Harm
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She felt like a tree stripped of its leaves and someone was girdling the trunk. Her branches stretched out skeletal after the diet of journeying and fleeing, they rattled against the bones of her children and the struggling child inside, like nestlings hid in a trunk, as they chirp, quarrel and cry for mother’s food.… Continue reading Untitled