Hope’s Spring

I wonder if it is born from Death – hope? Decay that falls back into the deepStripped down to whirring electrons, to the echo of life before retaining one thing, and is that thing – hope? not the seed but the thought of the seed,the breath, no the mere idea of the breathof its existence,  andContinue reading “Hope’s Spring”

Sun signs

Writing practice today comes to you from one of our local pubs. It is one of the hottest days this year and we humans are already out in celebratory force intercepting sought after seats in beer gardens and cafes across London. It looks like this weather took us all by surprise. Although why is aContinue reading “Sun signs”

Sight unseen

As i walked up the streets of Islington towards Angel today,  a street i’ve walked up a fair few times since living in London, it really felt I was looking at things with new eyes. Obviously observing the various elements of London in the sun does make a difference but still, it deeply felt soContinue reading “Sight unseen”