Resilience

Phew. Well, this is fun, isn’t it? It was nice that we were briefly able to tell ourselves that 2021 would be less of a pile of dried out dog turds in the corner of a muddy garden, but that was but a dream. The world is fucked! Completely fucked. I don’t even really know…

Seen

Today on my break at work I sat in the kitchen area and scrolled through Twitter for ten minutes, as I usually do. I was particularly struck this afternoon by how much of my feed was made up of a particular kind of interaction; flirtatious back and forth, empathetic hugs and metaphorical hair- stroking, requests…

Kissing the Joy As It Flies

I’ve never really written about my username. It’s a quote from a William Blake poem: He who binds himself to a joy Does the winged life destroy He who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity’s sunrise. I don’t know if I have a favourite poem as such, but this comes close. It…

Furze

Let us lie and discuss the things of the universe. Recline, laughing and mooning, beneath cotton covers, fingers tracing fleshy curves, across bones, and through dense furze of curls. We will laze on giddy pillows, let fly libidinous giggles, speak neither curse nor terse word; As, in sunbeams, motes disperse.