Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
We share and we share and we share But we don’t care Where the words came from Which mouth spewed the rhetoric That currently resonates With our own bitterness Which bilious belly Heaved and hurled this ‘news’ Onto the world stage. We snap and…
Sitting in bed Waiting for the world to end Or maybe to start. My heart A battlefield of friends And enemies Love and passion Embers fizzling in the rain The aftermath. Scared to read, scared not to read Fearmongers long for both But my…
Oh to be united No hate, no faces blighted With the frown and fierce expression From the guts and buts in session. Oh to be together Facing future, stormy weather Hand and hearts: a strong foundation Revolution, revelation. Oh to be a nation Full…
In Pagan Pages this month I was lucky enough to interview George Nicholas of Cernunnos Rising. Read the interview here.
I’m sat in the doctor’s waiting room about to unveil a tale of woe for my long suffering GP. I’m coughing my guts up, but that’s not even on my list; a list I have to bring or my mushy brain will inevitably cause…