Prose – Falling Upwards

A week back, while sitting in the verge by the train-tracks, two black dogs (Labradors) trotted down the steep side-embankment through the…

I say the word Love
until it doesn’t make sense
and loses all meaning:

There is a door in the music;
a door in the cloud;
a door in the eye of a cat;

and they are all connected to the same…

I often send texts to myself.
Little ideas and mysteries.
Curiosities and musings.
Secret thoughts.
Perhaps the way a long shadow of…