A cool strip of light slides across my arm, searching for the hidden path of a vein. I feel the gentle press of the needle, then only a soft pull, as if the earth itself has drawn back. In that quiet pause, I remember her last breath: the pale room where hope once lingered, machines … Continue reading Rainfall in the Quiet Hours
Where does it end for me? This body falters, unravels, dissolves into the earth—yet I wake again, as if nothing truly ends, only shifts. The same patterns emerge, the same instincts take hold, the same conditions shape another existence. The form is different, but the mind picks up where it left off, like a flame … Continue reading Worn Out, Waking Up
There was someone I knew once, a long time ago. They were not born to the world as many are, at ease with the currents of society, but they learned to flow with it out of love. Love, you see, is a powerful teacher. It can make us tender and adaptable, as it did for … Continue reading Love, Loss, and Letting Go: The Painful Beauty of Impermanence
MENTAL HEALTH, DEPRESSION, GRIEF, TORIES This is a tale about a dear mate, won't spill the beans on their name or where they're from, 'cause this one's pretty personal. Let me just give you the lowdown without giving away any specifics.So, we're having a chinwag with LBC playing in the background. My pal had lost … Continue reading Lost Memories, Broken Hearts
This wasn't quite an interview, more like a chat on a park bench with a chap I knew from way back when. Let's call him Mort Grafton, for that's his name. He resides in the woods and only ventures into civilization when his biscuit supply dwindles. In a charming and imaginative chat, I had the … Continue reading My mate Marmite
A Fool's Handbook 