There is no contrivance here, no composing. I wrote the first line ~ Love is learning to let go of a relationship ~ and every line followed, naturally, a beating heart, in step with the Universe.

The original 2015 verse version. The prose version appears also in A Thousand Dimensions on the main blog.

Advice is not always welcomed. Being young brings with it the demanding cloak of impatience. Written June 2004 and, in light of the War in Ukraine, slightly updated …

… I lurk in underground spaces

Moulten Gold my calling card

Darkened squares and

Blackened woodlands …

Some Letters remain timeless, testament to a period or event or upheaval of history. This 2012 letter by email from Steve of Manchester is one such. It stands as true today in 2026 as it did in 2012.

Photo by Pablo Padilla on Unsplash

This was written a long time ago, yet it remains a very popular piece, but also one of my favourites. A friend …

Turn the telescope around. Be surprised at the definition that focuses afresh.

One of my favourite pieces. In the Naughties, days of long hair, I’d visit London regularly…

Joyce’s hand inches inexorably to departure
the curious soothing hum of rocket engines lying horizontal
a heartbeat of anticipation, new lives, a new world departing, an old world closing.

Race these clouds
Feel the wind in our hair

About a terorist thug nicknamed jihadi john by the world media, ever eager for double-decker bus titles that catch the eye to boost their sales.

Pilate’s wife was troubled by dreams … she implored her husband have nothing to do with this man for he is innocent.

In this depiction, Pilate’s wife recalls the image of the wife of Potiphar in her dream and the plight of another innocent man, so the tale goes, over a thousand years earlier … …