D Lockyer

We lay together my arms wrapped around you until daylight; you sleeping, my hands cupping your breasts, you holding them there where you h...

Here amongst this august gathering, or should I say, April gathering, of bards and bardettes, this vernal gorsedd, I feel somewhat like a ...

If you take the apparent question of whether “god” exists or not as an existential question or as an ontological question then then I susp...

A moment of quiet. A collection of my thoughts - a ragbag stuffed with the past: overfull sometimes, memories spilling out of it and spittin...

We build houses out of the words we believe so that we made hide inside them safe from the unknown, safe from the uncomfortable, safe from...

Have some regard for anyone who has loved you in this life, for each has loved you as best they may within the limits of who they are; and...

Why I am a unitarian*: Because of the connectedness that underlies all things. Because of the inseparability of the material and the ...