Harvest Moon Honey

Duran Duran sing about a New Moon on Monday, but today's week opener involves a Full Moon. Tonight, she will be whole and aglow with harvest offerings, as today is the Harvest Moon. I've always thought the Harvest Moon to rise later than September, so I'm always surprised when she rolls around. At this time,… Continue reading Harvest Moon Honey

Velvet, Amber, Autumn, Umber.

(Mon 5th Nov 18, 18:28.) The second whiskey-laced homemade hot chocolate in three days: it is Bonfire Night, after all. I imagine scaling-down to Borrower size, the subject of rogue experimental science and diving into my dark lilac scalloped mug, the intricate embellishments of birds, botanicals and butterflies encircling the inside rim a lullaby mobile… Continue reading Velvet, Amber, Autumn, Umber.

Excerpt: ‘Autumn 2017- So Far, The Missing Season.’

A continuation of my previous post. I would like to share an extract from a recent piece I wrote which, although complete in its mood, doesn't feel together in the way intended, due to the current seasonal disconnect. I like this stanza- enjoy. I am caught in a strange half-season, neither Summer nor Fall: Not… Continue reading Excerpt: ‘Autumn 2017- So Far, The Missing Season.’

Reflect, Collect.

I don't like the term 'writer's block' as it is such an overused cliché. As it is such a neat, ready-made phrase, I often find that it is applied even when the sensation being felt by somebody is nothing alike. Similarly to most idioms and clichés, it is the victim of lazy usage, to get… Continue reading Reflect, Collect.

Composed Upon A City Bus, 18:00-18:09. 

Tonight is the first time this Autumn that I have ventured out by myself after it has got dark. It is exactly six o'clock on Saturday the 19th of November 2016 and I am currently on the bus, a green twenty-two, on the way into town to meet baby. We have stalled, momentarily, at the… Continue reading Composed Upon A City Bus, 18:00-18:09. 

Reconnecting: A Diary.

I haven't blogged in over a month. As much as I hate using certain incarnations of that word, namely as a verb, an adjective or a noun, reasons for which involve the very digital, online-World-terminology nature of it making me squirm, not to mention the seemingly standardised, shared personality evoked of those who refer to… Continue reading Reconnecting: A Diary.

Thoughts On The Day Of The Harvest Moon.

10:46 - Autumn this year is creeping in as somewhat of an extension of the Summer- not dramatic in its arrival, but recognisable in the way that only Autumn can be. As I sit here musing over my unwittingly transitional brunch plate of avocado, dappled with a yoghurt and mint dressing, some rounds of beetroot, small… Continue reading Thoughts On The Day Of The Harvest Moon.