Dirty Hands

God’s silence is so loud it’s frightening me. I imagine God is silent because I ask too much of God. I want to find certainty when certainty is not possible. The nature of truth is not to know but to understand. Understanding is not a mathematical formula, it cannot be tested in a Large Hadron …

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We are living in an era when choices have to be made. Should we give up on the dreams of the past, the dreams where humans thought they were more than just the sum of their parts – should we go back to believing that there’s something special about us, something metaphysical? Or should we …

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Fleecy Cotton

Someone gave me a prompt today, to write a poem about pyjamas. So I’ve quickly composed the one below. I’m not sure what door this prompt has opened in my mind but it’s an interesting one. Take a look at it. I love pyjamas by the way. And soft, sensual beds. It’s difficult to get …

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What are we supposed to do with life? I know there are a million and one set formulas to follow but is there not more to life than following a set of instructions? Of course there is. We can go off-the-narrative-grid if we feel brave enough. Or we can lay in bed and dream. What …

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Bumpy Path

I have just revisited this poem after writing it a few months (maybe a year) ago. I think it may have been last winter due to the references to potholes. I love writing poetry that challenges our reasoning and I think this one does. We lose sight of our natural spirituality when we imagine we …

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Studio Floor

I am a big believer in transforming our experience into narrative. Humans only understand themselves and the greater reality around them, through the stories they tell. We are all artists and writers trying to recount our personal histories. This process can go wrong though, if we take the process too seriously; if we begin to …

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