Finding Land
Grounded to land vs. Riding the wave
Category: Where’s Willow?
Reykjavík to Höf Part 1: An Accidental Family Gathering at The Blue Lagoon and Our First Glimpse of Swinging Lights
A journey too extra for just one part.
Nation
Reflections on communism, inspired by the water colour of a Korean artist/friend/soldier that I crossed paths with in the wise city of Sofia, Bulgaria.
A Word For Bad Weather
Silent things are not for conquering
Sea Salt
Sense is the seeing, believing, the touching, tasting, the being
Green Hips
The slopes that rise and fall With our breath between them Are a sihloutte of green hips On the horizon: Suspended across the skies In an effortless sprawl, They are wild thighs To the wondering mind As a pen is to paper The incarnation of daydreams.
The Locker Room
Humanising the other is important in city life. Who is next to you on the train? Written from the Central line carriage, The Locker Room asks ‘what builds the social and cultural dynamic of the place you live in?’
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