There is a persistant plip plopscritch scratch scratch scritchstaccato beats like the tappingof alien fingers on the window. I pause and shiver shoulders tenseIt must be the amplified sound of rainand leaves yet there is a discordancein the air like the distant call of the tocsin. I shrug and turn on Rusalka and sit feet… Continue reading Tocsin
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What do you sense?
does it taste likesmooth mellow chocolatesweet, smooth and meltingleaving contentmentor is it sharp lemon tartor nutty toasted almondsto savour and linger over does it taste likepepper, mustard and vinegarharsh on throats hurting stomachsor the cumulative effect ofchilli spice – the cumulative heatthat travels across skin makingperspiration shine andnerves tingle?does it sound likea celestial choir,Dr Hook… Continue reading What do you sense?
Shapes of desire
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Seasons
As we walk life’s tortuous paths we encounter seasons as life rolls past Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter pass with certitude a familiar refrain weather patterns change to unexpected patterns less snow more rain making the season harder to explain As we walk life’s tortuous paths our lives are like seasons spring,summer full of love and… Continue reading Seasons
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 