Wind whistling through the sparse gorse, we walked along the rough uneven track that wound its way along the base of the rolling cliff above us. To our left we looked out across the swelling Irish sea, watching the sky turn from blue to pink as the late autumn sun sank towards the horizon, turning small white waves into candy floss collecting in the distance around the dark hazy shape that is ...

His tongue rolled dexterously over every syllable of his warning, relishing its taste: ‘it’s Baltic up there, boys.’ This wasn’t the first time we’d heard the summit of Cairn Gorm described this way. ‘Ye’ll be miserable’. The four of us were already wet from our journey from last night’s camp to the base station - an outdoors centre with a few rickety ski lifts packed away until the winter seas...

Every time I end a phone call with my dad, who lives in Venezuela while I started a new life in Canada, he sends me a blessing followed by "life is short, time waits for no one, enjoy it". When I share this with others they see it almost as a negative or doomed perspective of things ahead. I've never perceived it that way, on the contrary, it pushes me through to appreciate and take advantage o...

I’d like to take a quiet night stroll down my street Guided by the streetlights, I tread on safely Avoiding the dark, avoiding what lurks underneath I’d like to walk the beach someday, doing the same Maybe I’m cutting in my allowance But, oh, how wonderful it would be to be out after midnight Taking a walk, listening to sufi To see and feel without a care

The empty streets of London

Through a dusty kaleidoscope of broken colors I gaze down Never afraid to fall One eye on my horizon And one cast over my bruised shoulder Planning my next defense Castaway on the pearl beach I sit with the foam kissing my toes Waiting on your vessel I turn away Fix my sights ahead onto tomorrow With or without you I’ll leave the past to the choices they made I’ll let the vile hate brew withou...

That’s my girl” he tells me.“I’m not anyone’s girl actually.” I reply.“I haven’t been for a while, because the last man that owned my heart managed to break it so carefully that I didn’t even realise that he had put it down.He walked away silently and disappeared into the fog of the oyster of which he labelled ‘his’ world, when always thought that it was ‘ours.’ Login • Instagram Wel...

Many a day, morning, night I would look out my bathroom window and see a male neighbor in his thirties dancing up a storm with no music that I could hear.  Now you might say he had on earbuds but I don't think so.He looked just like this Aztec Dancer with his movements; his neck would elongate and move like that of a goose while doing some kinda 'duck walk' that would rival Chuck Berry.Then he ...