Spinning Round The Golden Circle: Iceland Part Two

 Life encased inside the womb, the origin and the educator. A deafening push of a fruitless tree. An effort silenced by the weight of evolution and ignored by the young who step off the path of realisation.  A fairy tale created to scare with wooden lies.   But the lie recedes and melts with time.…

A Letter Forged Out Of Human Experiences: Florence Italy

A tiny speck travelling along a rough surface. Unaware, no… happily oblivious of the Universe that reaches out to uncharted isolation.  Many eyes ignore the signs, too distracted by an instinctual function. Seeking passage through its predecessor, an endless ignorance of subtle alterations. Blind by choice or blind by design. They possess a discipline and we bear the burden…

Rome Under Construction

Blood travels hot towards its intent. An awakening ensues to the beat of another. Reaching out with a singular note, Their call is deafening but with a frequency known only to one,  A private state disguised by the truth behind the expression. The stone that has protected its inhabitants still stand tall but there are structures that have succumbed…

The bronze poets of Zagreb

Cloaked in skin, struggling to escape the decay crawling towards hopes remains. light its only salvation, One touch, or forever forgotten inside a glass of lost passages. The sun travels slowly over our heads, a spinning ball, on a colossal journey. Three woman walk hunchbacked dragged down by weight of their burdens. In the distance, a sign reads Hostel 54. More than Six hours previously spent aboard…