I tried to fit into Pandora’s Box, labelled with a brand, and some stickers. Stacked in lines of rows and aisles. Packaged to protect the heart and supress the mind, confined to the archives of a time and times past-tense. Beneath the corrugated flaps, the bubble wrap and the scotch tape there was fragile, colourless … Continue reading The Box Delusion
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A Celestial sign of the times
Is he coming or going? He lives on the prayers of the clouds, and crowds of witnesses. Scorching and lighting the four corners, and cinders of the earth. But then it dawned on the dying son. It was set in stone against the echo of the shadows, punctuated by the flash of violet rays. His … Continue reading A Celestial sign of the times
The Dark Night of the Soul
You’ve seen its dark reflection, a thing of impenetrable night. Logically implacable, and implicitly sincere. Slick and murky, obscured and contained within the body. It lies dormant, but buoyant. Filling the void with a ghoulish dread, and unquenchable doubt. Breathless from the depth, and the weight of its own words. Truth be told, it is … Continue reading The Dark Night of the Soul
Knock, knock.
Knock, knock. Whose there? It’s me. The one whose shoes you’ve tried to fill, talking long strides and walks to seek cheap thrills, and the spills and the spoils of life. Whilst you choke on those old chicken bones, mixed sickly with draft Guinness pints and stare, star gazed at racy pin-ups and push-up bras. … Continue reading Knock, knock.
The Philosopher's Poet 