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Prism

I sit, early morning, watching a rainbow move across my desk. Subtle, ethereal, a glimpse of nature in it's purest of forms. The cold light of autumn is being split by some invisible force, some all powerful object. The small spectral slither is like the breath of a fairy; playfully blowing over objects, without disturbing them. The lit shadow is beautiful but so tenuously ephemeral. How long will it last? Will it return? I want to savour this moment for as long as po

The Pit

I fell into the pit again today. The dark, vile, oppressive pit. Its walls are slick, the bottom is nothing but sticky mud that clings to you like tar. The air is thick and hot; if it wasn't so sour you could almost chew on it. I could see it as I approached. Smell its musty acrid odor, its foul rancour. I circled it a few times. Viewing the all too familiar nemesis, willing myself away from it. I didn't willfully fall into it, I never do. There was no conscious mome

On hiatus

The astute amongst you will have seen that I haven’t posted anything in sometime.  Actually, you don’t need to be astute or particularly observant to realize that there has been nothing new for 18 months.  Have I given up on this endeavor?  Have I lost interest?  No, neither.  Back in the summer of 2024 I undertook something significant.  It was planned, expected and it wasn’t an illness or any sort of medical procedure.  One of the rules here is no personal details, so no sp

Meditative

Giving the bottle a good shake, I pour some oil into the palm of my hand.  The oil is warm and the sensation of slowly moving it over my hands begins to calm me.  I massage my face, swirling my fingertips over my cheeks, before slowly, rubbing along my jawline and down my neck.  I rinse my hands under hot water before returning the cap to the bottle and placing it back, in the cupboard. I fill the bowl with hot water, carefully placing the brush in it, giving the brush a shor

Steak sauce

This is my adaptation of Mr. M. P. White’s steak sauce recipe.  He is an exceptional British chef and a rare breed of someone who has gained multiple Michelin stars, but continues to produce unpretentious fare.  He generally stays away from the limelight, with only a few TV appearances.  His autobiography White Heat  is on a par with Mr. Bourdain’s autobiography, and is absolutely must.   Sauté 200 grams of sliced brown mushrooms.  Add a good pinch of salt to ensure you cook

On Stage

In your lifetime you meet and interact with hundreds, possibly thousands, of people. Starting with school, you grow up and evolve, with...

On Nature

Part 2 I believe that humanity, as a species, has lost connection with nature. I’m not trying to state individuals, or some communities...

On Nature

Part 1 Cenrith opened his eyes. The familiar, sickly sweet, aroma of a thousand hearth fires filled his nose. He let his eyes adjust to...

On happiness

A distant flash of lightning. The unexpected percussive thud on the carriage windows caused by a passing train. The almost...

Hærfest

Early autumn has a particular charm in England. Country gardens are at their best. Old-fashioned roses ̶̶ the kind with loose...

On wanderlust

Part 2 " If I'm an advocate for anything, it's to move. As far as you can, as much as you can. Across the ocean, or simply across the river. The extent to which you can walk in someone else's shoes or at least eat their food, it's a plus for everybody. Open your mind, get up off the couch, move ." Anthony Bourdain My name is Lost Poet and I have wanderlust! The dictionary defines wanderlust as a strong desire to travel. It can be described as a strong feeling, desire, or dr

Resolutions

To lift yourself out of a miserable mood, even if you have to do it by strength of will, should be easy. I force myself out of my chair, stride around the table, exercise my head and neck, make my eyes sparkle, tighten the muscles around them. Defy my own feelings, welcome A. enthusiastically supposing he comes to see me, amiably tolerate B. in my room, swallow all that is said at C.'s, whatever pain and trouble it may cost me, in long draughts. Yet even if I manage that, one

On nostalgia

Part 1 The word nostalgia originates from Greek; nostas meaning home and algos meaning pain. The term was coined by a Swiss physician,...

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