The majority of my March was spent in Vietnam. It was BEYOND DIFFICULT! Admittedly, I had one of the weirdest times of my life here. I am smiling ear to ear thinking back on just how bananas it was. Oh life! I had just emerged from the cocoon that was Laos, and the Thai Yoga Massage...
In February, I was preparing for my second tour as part of what I have called “Praxis Pilgrimage”. Borrowing the coinage of praxis from Gramsci, who was arguably 20th century’s most notorious Marxist. He was also the leader of the Italian Communist Party, and was imprisoned in in 1926 under Mussolini, where he remained until...
2023 opened with a return to Source. I spent the tail end of 2022 in Monte Sahaja – a modern-day monastery in the interlocking Cork Oak valleys in Alentejo, Portugal where my Mum is based. It had been an illuminating and deeply content time. Also: the first Christmas that ‘Christ’ has had any bearing whatsoever....
Does it count as an intrusion, If you opened the door and led the way. Not exactly, An attempt to keep at bay. Can it still be deemed an attack, If all of the guards were at rest, Just there in namesake only Ornamental at best. Would it be held as an affront, Despite the welcoming state, Encouragement and Discounted rate. Will it be said, To have been...
On the intersection Of hair and justice. Illustrious and luscious, Symbol of feminine power, And lure. Represents A beauty, Feared, Revered; Dominated, Consecrated. 22 years of insurgency. First act of error: Being born a girl. Second fatal terror: Flashing her mane. Certainly not lame, Less tame- Made to bolt. Just as a horse, Sometimes presents a, Need for force. If outspoken, Destined to be broken. It’s sore, what’s come to the fore, The lore of one’s head being naked Amounting to...
Womb contracts and gasps Colossal shadows loom and Portend dire bloody doom No.3 28/9/22 ...
Every now and again burgundy trickles between my thighs, An onslaught of full-body inexplicable tickles arise. Periodically, I am summoned to the cave where optimisation has no place. Although not the miracle of its conceptional inverse; It’s just as important to maintain the human race. Then why, oh why, does it generate such shame? Haters, “Creators”, say it’s just pain. Its’ crunchy,...
For Barry My Grandad once told me “There’s no time to waste” Which I believed to understand In a scurry of haste. Keep busy. Move quick. The continuum marches on. Tick – tock – tick. Produce. Consume. Do. GO. Hardly a moment to reap what we sow. It’s only now I see And sense what he meant In true Self-adherence It can’t be misspent. Rather than gushing and rushing...