The doors to the soul…

A response to a feeling. A yearning for something we can’t have, that can’t ever be. This is about dreaming…

A tumultuous silence…

Looking back over these chalk moons, I’m struck by a melancholy edge. They exude a silence never fully experienced on…

Today is new Moon, which is a nice opportunity to write about the Moon for a bit (again…) Some time…

The call of the void. Those strange little self destructive thoughts that come and go in an instant when the…

I never wrote about this at the time, it was to remain anonymous for the National Brain Appeal’s annual envelope…

This probably doesn’t illustrate the point I’m making here but nothing ever turns out exactly how it looked in your…

The moth is a creature with a curious beauty. Clumsily clattering into harms way through our windows when our electric…

I like the day moon for different reasons to the night moon, though I love both equally. Where the night…

“I had to create an equivalent for what I felt about what I was looking at – not copy…