Tales from the edge of the morning sky

Send us Fan Mail The Tide In the morning darkness, high on the hill tops  in the storming tide  of wind,  the high elms  bend  and twist,  in the greatening gusts  of a rising gale,  and above, in a handful  of black and wings  a throw of cries a great flock  of shadows slew,  slip  and fall, as rooks in spits  and spirits,  peel and spin against the invisible  darkness,  against  the broken sky....

Send us Fan Mail Great galleon ships With great galleon ships, laden with stars  and the moon hidden  beyond the waves,  in glimpses  and shadows  behind the western dawn of morning skies,  for the wind pushed  and moaned,  over the torrents,  over the flood, of darkness,  the aching branches,  the outstretched limbs,  the trembling uncertainty  of trees,  for she it was, who lifted her eyes,  to...

Send us Fan Mail Above the Fog Above the fog  in the valleys,  beyond the edges  where the last  of the trees stand, a beech, the sun rises upon the sands  of hours,  the tides of dawn,  and waves of life do reach, For she lifts her eyes  to morning  time, upon the golden waves  at dawn, for as she lies  upon her back, the last skies  of stars flood the earth in dewdrops softly  gently,  the minut...

Send us Fan Mail Night looked back   Night looked back at the morning sun,  rising behind the rolling banks of clouds,  low and pressing, upon the twisted backs of supine hills,  angular houses,  their jagged rooftops  like teeth  in the dull metallic  of grey skies. Night pulled the cloak of hours  from his powerful shoulders,  and shook the stars  from his long bedraggled hair,  they fell in dew...

Send us Fan Mail Waiting for light,  the first call  of rising wings,  sunlight glimpses  upon the horizon,  lifting the dawn,  of darkness,  the wind,  for she whispers  in the sky of branches  who shake  and tremble the first song  of today,  the first song of life and love,  to breathe  again, blessed once more in the birth,  of the day. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience...

Send us Fan Mail The smell of morning rain The smell  of morning rain,  hidden behind  the curtain grey,  birdsongs quiver  across a drowning  city park  melting  in the fading  starlight awaiting the light of day for the dawn shivers  and awakens,  the trees bend, drip and fall,  their shadows stretched  in puddles,  against  the broken  graveyard wall  Until the bells strike  and chime,  the chu...

Send us Fan Mail Nous. A word from the Greek meaning mind, intelligence, ‘a practical, intuitive apprehension.’ …it is shaped from experience or is inherited -or both. It might be culturally rooted, or some quirk of relationships with the people you grow up with, the society you keep…or just plain beginners luck. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can sugge...

Send us Fan Mail No Dawn No dawn,  dull and grey,  the morning’s turned  his back  upon the skies  of today,  castles,  clouds,  turrets of fog  mask the sentinel tops  of trees,  a single bird calls  across the darkness, ‘Wake up! Wake up!  The earth needs your light  if you please!’  And then behind the curtain of time,  late but rising, the sun blinks  with her morning eye,  and rises  at the e...

Send us Fan Mail It’s a long path  to springtime,  the skies  behind  the hieroglyphic trees they are golden, of peach and blossom, in havens of birdsong, and summer  dreams of leaves. But the leaves are of autumn  they lie frozen, crisp  and hard like memories, just passing from the edge in the silence, of my footsteps as they are taken, and lost, upon the  solitude way, as if  awakening and yet,...

Send us Fan Mail ‘….Utilizing all of these, switching between them effortlessly in your movement forward, choosing different relationships, or gear changes, and training with them in terms of preparation, and their application, is called wisdom. Some call it Gumption.  Or, or one my favorite word over the years, little used and undervalued is nous…’ More about nous in the next episode…. Feel free...

Send us Fan Mail Before the snow Before the snow,  the white frozen petals from a hundred thousand skies,  the wind had stopped,  the earth was still,  and the trees beckoned  to the sun,  beneath her frozen blue,  her forever  morning eyes,  As time had,  at that moment  stopped, the trees were stripped,  bare of their leaves,  left clutching  at the clouded skies,  for all was still,  upon the f...

Send us Fan Mail Buttoning the Moon Do you know, I can press the sky with the silver button of a rising moon?  It’s high in the stars and I can reach it in my wishing ballon. At midnight, I can climb up high, on an invisible ladder of stairs Up beyond the rooftops, the trees, the clouds, left quiet and unawares And at the top, I can step into the dreaming, the basket of light And let go of the anc...

Send us Fan Mail Time-January Tumbling across the rocks,  the river flows  between the awakening skies,  reflected  in shimmering pools,  mirrored, in the passing glimpses  of her dawn  filled, and trembling eyes, for January stretches  longer,  the minutes  lengthening  each of the passing days,  the nights, shrinking  back into darkness,  winter bites into a frozen earth, blinded by her gaze. Fe...

Send us Fan Mail The Seventh Star The last star  of midnight,  the first  of morning light,  hidden beneath  the folds  of quiet,  the hush of morning, the seventh, the last call  of a fading night,  for the earth  still watches,  still dreaming,  in the rising hints  of a January sun,  whisper to the wind  my darling,  she murmurs  and opens the quilt of Morning,  the day  kissing her softly  and...

Send us Fan Mail The pull and tensions of our lives are akin to the tightness  of the cable that binds us together: too slack and we surfeit our own ability to control the journey through the landscape of our lives. Too tight and we can simply snap… Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me f...

Send us Fan Mail New moon New moon arising, across a mid winter sky,  a star hanging gently,  from her blinking  mother’s eyes, For tonight,  the dusk is falling from the evening of yesterday, her tears  falling slowly in dewdrops  for another day, it’s along time  homeward the road below  winding its way,  across fields,  rivers  and mountains,  dreams and memories marking  the journey left from...

Send us Fan Mail A small thunder of words about today… Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemail.com

Send us Fan Mail A slight detour. Letting words flow- and an omission. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemail.com

Send us Fan Mail Sometimes it’s a tunnel too, of darkness, when your train loses its light to see ahead and the darker shadows of life simply… Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemail.com

Send us Fan Mail The ability to change gear is not innate. We are inclined to be conservative in our estimations of ourselves, our levels of energy and the need to look ahead, predict, prepare and adjust our journey, means we need to overcome our own personal inertia to ‘move on.’ Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes...

Send us Fan Mail Levers. Which to choose, how to adjust them… and what happens if they don’t work: how to avoid the cu-de-sac. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemail.com

Send us Fan Mail A little reflection on the 24th. Rain, windows and a grey lid of sky Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemail.com

Send us Fan Mail How to deal with the stickiness of life: Six moving parts, how they work together and when to take a look… Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemail.com

Send us Fan Mail The start of a new sojourn. A mixture of words, experience and folk wisdom. A kind of journey through the parallels of bicycle repair ( don’t be put off) and how to navigate the impasse, the block on the road, when something causes you to dismount and look to life from the side. Troubleshooting with some solution thinking, using the humble two wheeled vehicle know to almost everyo...

Send us Fan Mail A meditation on mid winter, Christmas gifts and the 7th. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me feedback! p1964km@googlemail.com