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Luton

June 30, 2012

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Home is where one starts from. T.S Eliot I was always running back then. My arms and legs flailing around, feet thundering across broken paving stones, my heart jumping relentlessly up and down between my chest and mouth. Running, like the clappers, but never getting very far. For in truth the world is too big […]

Parapsychological encounters of the poetic kind

April 21, 2012

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So we found the end of our journey, So we stood alive in the river of light, Among the creatures of light, creatures of light.  Ted Hughes. That Morning. An end is different from a destination. It is a marker of a complete journey. A lifetime, from start to finish, and everything in between.With this […]

Jericho

April 7, 2012

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About an hours walk from my home, uphill all the way, you can stand at the summit of Cosdon Beacon beside a bronze age burial cairn made from granite stones. Here, breathtaking views of Dartmoor in all directions, you will see no walls for five miles when looking due south. Not one. There are no […]

Elegy for a lost friend

March 24, 2012

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  Mistah Kurtz – he dead. You are still dead, and time, as David Bowie sings, takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth. Which would be funny if it were not so true. Three hundred and sixty-four days and every one of them I miss you. Some days are worse than others, and some, […]

Are we there yet?

March 10, 2012

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‘ Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while a great wind is bearing me across the sky.’  Ojibwa saying. Follow your bliss. Easy. No? How many forgotten paths I wonder already lay scattered around in the wasteland of our pasts? Laying discarded and slowly turning back to dust. Were any […]

Jerusalem

September 10, 2011

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Red cliffs. That is unusual. Not the white cliffs of Vera Flynn, of England. Red cliffs. It is an unfamiliar route, a different return. It is home drawing closer, but not home. Contrasts follow at every turn. Retuning to your country, your place of residence, for nearly forty years, is usually straight forward. You reach […]

The wilderness yet

August 12, 2011

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Wild camping. The words create images of wilderness. Listening at night to strange noises outside camp. Waking up to sunrises, open expanses of untamed nature. The truth, like most things , can be less romantic than the idea. Towns we soon learn, being devoid of anything truly ‘wild’, present little adventure for free camping. The […]