Too broken to remember. Too tired to reform. Teeth pack tight and fall away. Stumble into another day. Take light rain and not the storm. Still far from anyone. At least I know I'm not the sun. - Thanks for looking! If you did enjoy this post, consider following us for more poetry, musings and... Continue Reading →
When you're stuck inside a cyclone, where do you run?
Yes, its been a while.. I should probably talk on all the epic adventures we've been having here over the last few weeks in New Zealand - these are surely the things that will entertain and inspire others in their own journeys and ambitions. Somewhere here, experienced but unwritten, await all those remarkable moments that... Continue Reading →
The grass is warm underfoot, and the blades are soft and tickle the skin. All around are clusters of people, sitting and talking and happy, their chatter met with the sounds of the city, an endless expanse of radiant white noise. And then there are the skateboarders, all stooped shoulders and oversized shirts, either falling... Continue Reading →
Finding the balance point of the fridge door so it sits, swinging neither in nor out. Foreseeing the fall of a biscuit tin lid with a well placed foot. Knowing which of the floorboards still resist creak. Holding the lock of the door at just the threshold that it slides and not clicks. All in... Continue Reading →
Hullo rain. Not seen you in a while. It's not so often that you relieve me, revitalize me. More often you irritate me. But when you appear like this so suddenly, powerfully, as another dawn scrapes a humid night away, you seem vital, and I welcome you with calm elation - let you strip the... Continue Reading →
The tarmac is a paler grey than the usual, flecked with white and utterly hitchless. A vague mirage shimmers as we near the summit of another lowland hilltop, sky and earth together and boundless, soon giving way to the next great length of highway, which always seems to be sliding off to some impossible destination... Continue Reading →
Encounters whilst travelling are fleeting, and often go breaking up with some degree of longing. Sometimes at a hostel, sometimes at a bar, sometimes on the beach you'll meet. Two chips of flint from opposite ends of the earth, struck together . A single spark flies, but the fire never comes. Here, at the entrance... Continue Reading →
I went travelling with this fella called robins. He smiles a fair bit which I like and he makes silly faces even more which I like even more. We're not together or anything, but sometimes it seems that way - he's got a girlfriend actually, but sometimes I feel like he's my girlfriend. We dont... Continue Reading →
