The darkest hour of dawn and its hum, November clouds drifting ever so slowly despite everything that surrounds; can I wake and keep my dreams with me? As darkness surrenders, every colour, every shade changes from sable to a vibrancy; there are days when I wonder about the way the… Read more“As darkness surrenders”
Do you remember? Remember, the time we went to the moor? Barefoot round a turning in the path— in the darkness an unexpected scent touched us, of honey, heather and gorse bush which seems to be embroidered into the very landscape. Tell me how do you feel? Sleeplessness unveiling itself… Read more“The strangeness of it all”
Watery-white, the moon casts its glow onto the city, the sycamore maple silhouetted, in the distance, against the obsidian sky. Have you ever wondered how the moon could be bringing heightened emotions to surface? Like the sudden blooming of colour that sears through one’s cheeks, the tide with its waves… Read more“October beckons”
Slipping subtly through to lift the blackness is want; its brazen light shimmers across dark waters, just outside, and streams in through the space between my curtains. “Sometimes, all that a heart needs is a push.” In their dreams they sleep with the moon; freed of gravity, flail up to… Read more“A Soft, Silent September Night”
Whatever happens, happens once. It’s ephemeral like passing mist. Somewhat like the taste of dark chocolate, the night less than nocturnal; life is brutal that way, the moments that touch us are also those we can never hold onto for long. I write them down every chance I get. The… Read more“On the corner of 26th Street”
