Some people might think I was born yesterday And I was. Part of me kicked and screamed as I pushed out in insurrection In defence against the resurrection Of All There Ever Is and Was
Our consumerist society has conditioned us into making choices about experiences which we label as good or bad. It has led us to make choices which we pay for and which we expect will
If you are or have been a parent of young kids, you probably know how it is when you’re little darling wants to watch a favourite movie or programme over and over again. You might
Recently, owing to a head injury, I have had something of a lifestyle detox. I have stepped off the tread mill and disengaged from the normal trappings in order to focus on which aspects of
It was bank holiday Monday. Did I do something really exciting? Did I post photos all over social media? Did I ‘make memories’, as they say. No I stayed at home in my pyjamas and
There is nothing like coming down to earth with a bump – quite literally in my case. I fell off my bike quite spectacularly last Monday and landed on my face. Prior to that I
The march to the Pace of Life is quick, I think. It takes no prisoners. Those who march to the Pace of Life give the impression that all purpose has been knocked out of them:
What would it take this person here To free themselves of pain and fear; To feel so light upon their feet, To watch the darkness fast retreat? What would it take this being now
As forty hits, the ego calls: the inspired wallet buys bigger balls: the eight grand full sus mountain bike; the fishing rod that nails all pike;the clubbing mum with inch-long nails, the sporty dad with hero’s
Tumbleweed buries into her deepest consciousness Strangling all sweet serenity with a sneering sadism Penetrating all parts that were portals to the hearts of others And infusing them with a melancholic madness The vines coil