Finding My Forte

It all began with the stroke of a pen aged a little more than six, and it was while I wrote those silly stories that I knew I’d got my fix. I spent my childhood and teenage years writing convoluted prose, questioning teachers, swotting up, in books I stuck my nose. I studied hard at … More Finding My Forte

Day 60 in SE Asia – Hanging Out My Arse But Still Radiating Light

Ubud, Bali, Indonesia; Last night at the closing of the Ubud Village Jazz Festival I’d had a blast; admittedly I’d drank far too much (mixing my drinks never serves me well) and hadn’t got much sleep, but I’d had a blast and wouldn’t have changed it for the world. However, today was pretty much a … More Day 60 in SE Asia – Hanging Out My Arse But Still Radiating Light

Day 58 in South East Asia – The Spirit of Yoga and Jazz

Ubud, Bali, Indonesia; “Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.” Charles Bukowski Another yoga session saw me start today; Devie provided Hatha practice, I opened up in every way. Feeling more relaxed but wanting to find out more, I asked her about my chakras and she sat me down on the floor. She prodded … More Day 58 in South East Asia – The Spirit of Yoga and Jazz

Day 56 in South East Asia – Ubud, You’re My Medicine

Ubud, Bali, Indonesia; “Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.” Charles Bukowski I remember it so fondly, my little go to place: a natural spring beneath the rice fields, a river in all its grace; where two years ago I ran to, my mind then clear and bright, free from the confusion that now … More Day 56 in South East Asia – Ubud, You’re My Medicine

More Than This

There has to be more to life than this; to sit in a cage, in a tank, in a pond, and work for a man with whom you have no bond. To monotonise your weeks, your years and your life for a suffocating slavery of struggle and strife. You work, you come home, you eat … More More Than This

Close Your Eyes

As I appear to have been neglecting my blog recently in begrudging and reluctant favour of participating in full time work; a job I care little for and wish I could walk away from but cannot as the financial catch 22 situation prevents me from doing so, I’ve been channeling my creativity and writing into … More Close Your Eyes