'Medicine and writing are natural companions.'

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...

July 5, 2014

Nothing feels realer than the earth
No totality more absolute
Horizon curves without me knowing
The beginning and the end
When I am gone in a place conceived of ideas, earth brings me back
Preoccupied most moments, I'm barely here with her, knowing actualness
How ungra...

April 14, 2014

We're curved

Lines to form the shapes you come to love

Women

Made of dots and creases you only know when you don't know us

Forms that you forget under a bosom

Spaces you find in the closeness in between

The arrows in our hips point to little weaknesses

Will you let us

March 17, 2014

I've just encountered a term that encapsulates my preoccupation as our current city renaissance. Young people and their young families ARE the most recent and widespread movement that is a rush to the capitals and metropolis's of our colonisation's. But for what?Are we...

January 21, 2014

Despite my efforts to change my sleep hygiene left so unkempt I roll in leaves of parchment, in sleeves of envelopes, in ink from fountain pens and folds of books I haven't yet read as sleep calls in to me. A rustling cacophony of paper is the stuff my dreams are nestl...

September 1, 2013

The first day of Fall. September.
A sheen of grey cloud blocks any blue from the sky. London.
A muted Sunday. A humble silence.
The world sits still and the city sleeps awaiting it's hang over.
I've reached the crescendo of days where I feel my body is falling away fro...

February 5, 2013

I wait for you in an artificial twilight
 

A suspended suspense
 

I'm never quite sure when you'll succumb to your urges and wrap at my door
 

Your as stubborn as I
 

You arrive and still knock though you've always the key
 

I pretend not to know who, though your my only co...

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