Archives (photos taken on my iphone, near Offchurch) I dusted the cobwebs off of my mountain back yesterday and went for a ride in the countryside. It’s amazing that when you look closer, you can find all sorts in your own back garden. There isn’t a need to travel to far... Read More
Go for it is the mantra that is banging around in my head at the moment. I can make my own way through this game with a little effort and a no fear attitude to forge my own path and not be hell bent on following the path laid by... Read More
it’s cool she said, put your hand on my thigh ordinarily I would comply, but you see i don’t know her name she smiles, shifts in her seat, asks: ˜how about my toe?” i say, “I don’t know is this a game?” you’re cute, she says but just the same,... Read More
1. Climb the 7 summits 2. Change the world 3. Have something I’ve written or created in every home 4. Spend a year wandering the planet as a poet and storyteller 5. Build an island sanctuary for wanderers, seekers, nomads, vagrants, misfits, poets, artists, musicians, and philosophers. 6. Invent something.... Read More
Every morning in suburbia I wake knowing I better get my ass in gear make some money or loose my house and starve to death. Every morning in suburbia the advertising man wakes up knowing he better get his ass in gear and convince me to give him my money... Read More
For most of my life, I’ve been a seeker. The trouble was I could never quite figure out what I was seeking. As is typical with a lot of things in life, we find the answers we are searching for in the most unlikely of places. I was wandering around... Read More
I love this essay/song/advice.
Here’s the video I put together of our little adventure in the brecon beacons last month. Enjoy.
He would come for her she knew. He was a sweet boy, innocent in a naughty kind of way. But she liked them like that, unspoiled, eager to know a girl in a carnal way for the first time. Why can’t they wait to meet someone special? They were born... Read More
Earlier this week I was in Snowdonia. As regular readers of my blog will know, I spend a lot of time in the mountains of Snowdonia, as they are, in effect, a spiritual home for me. This time I was there for a different reason. I was being interviewed for... Read More
Kirk Nugent continues to amaze me with his passion for spoken word.
Words are innocent. They stand neutral until people get in the way hiding connotations between inflections, meaning between gestures. “I’m going to ask you to do something for me,” she said, “but you can’t ask me to reciprocate.” He stood beside the bed looking down on her. The room was... Read More