'Medicine and writing are natural companions.'

October 13, 2016

As we start to hone our yoga practice we become aware of the facet that is referred to as Drishti, translated as the Sanskrit Gaze. By this point you may have already noticed that the time between stepping on to the mat and settling into Savasana has been given to a st...

September 8, 2016

These last days of summer hang heavy, overcast, sticky and sour...

A thunderstorm brews unseen but is felt all the same. An electric energy that is both the catalyst for change and the change itself. Without a peep of blue sky in this urban enclosure the outside is on m...

August 28, 2016

Here, right now we're all in transit

Locked alone in little mind carriages

though flock together, we travel the same

None of us know where we're going

Nowhere much to go anyway

Our houses are no less temporary than cardboard boxes

It's our hope that makes them hold

rickety ri...

January 6, 2016

What is it about you that inspires me a bit.. so much.. entirely? 

You let me be all of my day dreaming self, a part unindulged, infact I kept locked away. A key I threw away once amongst the silt that filtered to the bottom of my being and after so long I was too sca...

August 21, 2015

Even in Noon sun, our shadows stretch sideways

Staring at us, curiously peering down

How many unanswered echos have we sent them

They who follow us around

as we tenderly tred the earth

as your shoulder holds my head

as you so graciously tend my heart

as you read to me in bed


August 7, 2015

I want to be surrounded by the pure expressions of peoples being. The silt and the filth and the ether. The original kind of consumerism, a primordial craving for real-ness. I thirst for a crystalline vision straight from a mind prism not the superficial dust that a da...

February 20, 2015

Think of me in the darkness.

Uncoiling here amongst my shadow.

Finding me after so lost in you.

Patiently distilled in self, I dream of you in the light.

I wait for day again. For you.

An endless summer and a paused sunset.

Meet me in March, an equinox, a middle ground, anot...

November 13, 2014

It's been in returning to the work hard, play hard of the capital and once again trying to find my nest among it, that I remember the difficulties of finding work that fits like a role rather than the soul-less submission of my time for money.

It feels a futile journe...

November 2, 2014

Duality. Polarity. Sexuality. The Yin and the Yang. The inseparable energies of a whole. Always stepping back to see the big picture I could only spot the differences, but now living life close up makes those differences one again. I've finally come to the unveiling of...

August 19, 2014


'Cup of tea my morning peach?' you offer me
I wake up slowly and you kindly let me steep
I'm rested song, you're stretched and long
You drain the leaves while I'm covered in dreams

You've been up all night and we meet in the middle
A purgatory of nine or ten, the sun...

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