Stop, look and listen

How often do you talk to someone you don’t know? I mean really talk. How often do you sit down and find out what makes them tick; their heartbreaks, habits, humanity?

How often in the daily routine of waking up, consuming breakfast, going to work, coming home, decompressing and sleeping do you talk to someone you’ve never met before? Read More

The Write Life: A Cottage in Italy

I was utterly absorbed in the ambient orange of Florence.

A full twenty four hours had passed since I had arrived in Italy.

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Fear, you’re not welcome here any more

Dear Fear, It has been a rather co-dependant relationship we’ve had the two of us.

Gripping each other in cold dark cinemas. Embracing each other before launching off cliffs.

We’ve spent evenings with our dear friend Red Wine, and debated the pros and cons of bad relationships, of moving out, of moving on.

But the moments when we’ve been most intimate have been before we had to select the word ‘publish’.

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