God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…

From the first remembered breath, I was running to escape. I didn’t need a map. It didn’t matter which direction. It hurt too much for any fool to s…

I am that scruffy urchin trembling in the winter chill, with hungry eyes as wide as your fancy dinner plate, staring with an empty longing

For those who only know oasis it must be difficult to fathom another way of life beyond the wal… amidst the shifting dunes. Those that follow gypsy trails

Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.

Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,

These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;

Way up there on that hill of yours; that most hard-won ivory tower. Hiding there behind your perfect guise

Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.

I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I

The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest

Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.