D Lockyer

The routes that weave in and out of my roots, through wood and down dene, know of hop and beating the wassail – a man leading a wild proces...

She used to buy herself flowers a lot. “To cheer herself up”, she would say. Lots of flowers, even when we had very little money. Her nee...

Eleni Zoe [ http://hope.gr/ ] asked what Secrets were Revealed by Her Most-Played List on iTunes, which set me thinking, what do mine say ab...

From the silence grows the words. Observe the silence deeply, let it culture in you what it will. Before the first word there was w...

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...