Poetry
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Everything travels on its way
Keep reading: Everything travels on its wayEverything travels on its way Pouring, trickling, flowing, sliding, Merging, Surging Soaring… Flitting, circling, swooping, Landing, resting; Crumbling, rotting, feeding, hosting, Tumbling From gas to liquid to solid From hardened to melting To air to breeze to bluster to storm To pelting rain To river to sea And back again… Ebb and flow, To and…
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Year of the Firehorse
Keep reading: Year of the FirehorseI remember you Horse – Shimmering obsidian stallion, Romping through my dream that time…
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I lost my bounce
Keep reading: I lost my bounceI lost my bounce; it sprang away. I said, “Don’t go!” It would not stay. . I said, “But why? What’s wrong with me?” My bounce just said, “I want to be free!” . “If I don’t go, then I’ll go flat, And I can’t much see the point in that.“ . “But,” I said,…
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Sing me home
Keep reading: Sing me homeSo there you are again – You come to and find yourself in hostile terrain; Could be a swamp Or a marsh Or an underground cave Or a mud flat Or a dense forest riddled with brambles Or a mountain with no path down. You come to and you have no clue How you got…
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Wisdom in a fractured world
Keep reading: Wisdom in a fractured worldHow do we find our place when we have no lineage? – A poem and art
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I will always find you
Keep reading: I will always find youI wrote the poem after moving into the top floor of a block of flats. The view from the flat is a chaotic mix of urban sprawl and industrial decay, mixed with vast skies and hillside horizons. To connect with the spirit of nature is tough up here. I work on it over and over.
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Grains of sand
Keep reading: Grains of sandA poem written after being at a large summit mobilisation. On the day of the main demo, I was supporting a friend who felt the need to stay out of the fray. We ended up on a hill, and could see everything play out below us. It was a very intense scene.
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Spoken Truths
Keep reading: Spoken Truths‘Spoken Truths’ is a solo performance that I put together, using a mix of performance poetry, art, music and movement to explore the theme of finding a way to process the pain of our broken world and get to a better place.
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Equal and Opposite Reaction
Keep reading: Equal and Opposite ReactionAre you a mucky, messy muddle? Me too! Click ‘Keep Reading’ for a poem and video all about it
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Hazel spray
Keep reading: Hazel sprayA poem written when there was only the tinniest hint of spring to help get through the rest of the winter months
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The Turning Year
Keep reading: The Turning YearEight poems to mark the seasonal festivals which make up the ‘Wheel of the Year’ in Gaelic and Celtic tradition – Imbolc, Vernal Equinox, Beltane, Estival Solstice, Lughnasadh, Autumnal Equinox, Samhain and Yule.
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