Today, I am trying my best to have a duvet day. I emphasise "trying", as I can't adequately say how hard I find it to relax. Even if I seem calm, it's rare that I feel I truly am: there are always varying degrees of disquiet simmering beneath the skin, I so often feel that… Continue reading Friday 25th Sept ’20- Diary.
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.’
Moonlight, streetlight Sunday trees projecting lace leaf shadows onto orange concrete, Frisked by a quenching September breeze in the veil of night.
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.