There are mornings when the page is so brilliant white that to make a mark is terrifying. Sometimes the best that I can do is begin to write without thinking and allow the words to flow without any conscious meaning. The purpose is to make the mark. To blot the page. To scratch some words [...]

Grief constrains the truth twisting it into a sentimental song or a rendering of generic prose for those who choose to avert their faces. Recall becomes diffused through tears of confusion and events take on a subtle twist as they play out to a different tune to the one once remembered. Forgiveness is more a [...]

The week begins and sitting in the slow morning I breath deep. Staring through the window into the pale blue. Another day, another beginning to another week and another opportunity to live lovingly without distinction. Welcoming every experience like a child in a strangers journey. Ready to receive whatever meanders into view with arms open [...]

Woken by the sun slicing through the gap in the curtains hanging loosely at my bedroom window, I am unaware of the time of day. I am ten years old. I slide out from under the blanket and part the curtains squinting through the grimy glass. It is dawn and on this day the canal [...]

Sometimes we journey between here and there not knowing who or what or where we may be and become yet always there is a knowing that wherever we are we are where we need to be at least for the moment we comprehend it and if we feel that we are somewhere we are not [...]

In the half awake half asleep beginning of the day I step out of bed into the chill of the morning. Sitting on a bench made from a solid piece of wood carved more than two hundred years ago a different chill runs its fingers down my spine. How many others have sat on this [...]

How still the house feels now that you have gone, emphasising every creek and crack as the cold night air shrinks the boards. The chill also emphasised by the absence of your warmth. Strange how absence seems to serve as an amplifier of those things always present but not necessarily noticed.

I fall I fail I swim I sail I screw the nail a bucket or pail on the road or rail to the top and tail in gush and gale I hi you hail we tried the trail up and down the dale for the holy grail the rod the rail tell a tall tale [...]

Tremulous. Something about his voice betrayed a nervousness hidden in every other respect. Though slight his stature was steady and firm, face fixed with a confident smile. Hand shake strong but not overly so like many can be. No, in every sense this was a confident persona until, until the voice quivered ever so slightly. [...]

Waking slowly walking wearily to the room where I find some time to still my self and take a book from the shelf and open randomly to a page where I find a few lines that inspire me to stay at the start of my day for a moment and press pause . . . [...]