She flaps her chubby little arms in excitement, as if she wants to take off – my little birdie, trapped inside a human body. She slaps arms, knees, skin – whatever takes her fancy, and she’s thrilled about it; the kind of raw excitement a grown-up will probably never know again. She babbles incoherent sounds … More She Flaps

(Part 1 written on 12th January 2009; Part 2 written on 22nd October 2009) Before I forget, Let me scribble down The thoughts I wish to express – Record for my own self As a memory of this moment of my life. Before I move on, Let me remember the feeling Of being submerged in … More Mash

There’s a fire inside which has been slowly growing of late. A charge within which evokes thoughts of progress; Feelings of yearning for goals of old; Drive to start building again – that which has remained relatively unmoved – in my own perception. Former crowning moments Remind me of the capability laying dormant – the … More Fire

I see a camera crew, filming a truck-police chase.   I see performers, practicing their craft outside the circus school in an abandoned park.   I see suspended men, washing the windows of those who are trapped in an office.   I see gardeners at work, watering the gardens outside the theatre.   I see … More State of the workplace

Dedicated to the News industry…   So, here we are: Dwellers of the concrete jungle, Prisoners of our own, man-made environment; the physical outside distorting the vision inside:             work in boxes,             live in boxes,             think in boxes.   Force-fed your vision of the world we inhabit, Conditioned to accept the barrage of … More You suck!

I like rooftops because they are freedom; Every building has one, And every person knows this – yet most don’t give it a second thought; and don’t know what lies above. A world of freedom, An escape from human-kind, The biggest wide-open space in existence: open sky, endless horizons, indistinguishable layers expertly constructed by the … More Rooftops

Forget not the writer in you. He’s still around, just off in his own world – neglected by your husbandliness, your constrictingly-employed state of daily affairs, your life which has moved so fast to a place you always wanted to be, yet didn’t think to imagine the effects on him.   In days gone by … More Remember me