Wandering Wonderer

I spend too much time thinking. Not enough time doing. I wonder about this world, in ways that don’t fit with my normalised life. I’d like to be a wonderer, a person paid to just sit and wonder about everything, imagine anything and write and create the whirls of wonder that travel through me. I…

A Star is Born…

One of the many reasons I love to buy old books as opposed to new ones, is the rare delight of finding something forgotten inside it, left behind by a previous owner. Whether it be an intriguing inscription written a hundred years passed, or a curious bookmark that has a story all of its own….

Magicians

​Humans wanted to return to their dreams of the past. The age where the senses were still in beautiful harmony with the physical world. The age that your ego projection dreams of is the earliest age we have a full enough data bank to re-create a time long once past. A world we long feared…

Meanwhile, one quanta away..

…The universe realised it didn’t come from Nothing, like the scientists of the day kept forcing him to say. Everything and Nothing? Everything and Null. I was born from a Null, I did not come from Nothing and I will die a Something, falling back into Nothing where I wait inside the World of Nulls,…

Baby Stars

Baby stars curled up Embryonic Die young spit out gamma rays Form the Black Hole

Logos Spermatikos

Bringer of life Seeder of Earth Suddenly rife Spores everywhere. Turn the dark side Destroyer of worlds Wiping them out Burning the child.

Sol Speaks

‘I have protected them with Forgetting,’ Sol explained, ‘They will die to remember what they were born to forget. And they can re-join the game and forget all over again if they wish. Or they can come back home, back into One and help the ones who are struggling with The Forgetting. But I have…

The Silver River

I seem to be in a narrow metallic stream which is pulling me along with impossible strength in its relentless race to the stars. Then suddenly I’m tossed out as I approach a bend, the river races on like a silver rush hour. Globs of the metallic substance drip from my body and create small…

My Sofa And The Universe

My sofa is like the universe, coins, keys, lighters and the rest, in a constant cycle of disappearing, re-appearing. Things are constantly being lost and found. And then lost, and then found. Just like my sofa and the universe, humanity will disappear, and then re-appear. Knowledge will be lost and then found again, undiscovered and…