Almost Composed

Meditation and curiosity

Dream of You

July 30, 2015

The dream was never clear as to whether it was you or I, or both of us riding the horse through the woods to the silent house. But I know it was you who spurred us over barbed wire, even though I felt the butterflies, knowing we were certain to fall. But still how I […]

categories: poems


January 12, 2014

We caught on memories, each one a wrecked canoe painted with forest-darkened light from a world gone to the shadows where they were silted.      

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November 23, 2013

Wandering in the time between lectures at university I remember finding a tiny room with a small upright piano inside. The room had a polished wooden floor and a window that looked out onto a courtyard, I think. I can’t remember the view but I do remember the sunlight picking up the dust motes hovering […]

categories: music, reflections

The Painter’s Son

November 21, 2013

The house I did most of my growing up in sits next to a lane that runs past The Trampland, which just was our name for a scraggy patch of unused grass behind my garden. Beyond The Trampland there is a solitary grey house. Morbid creatures that we were, we convinced each other that dead […]

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Meditation, the sea, memories

November 20, 2013

I think I’ll start meditating consistently again. Sometimes I’ve noticed that meditation gives me a feeling like that of being on holiday. (I suspect that the operative word there is ‘being’). It’s only three days into a week off work that I feel relaxed enough to understand my life as a whole, rather than a […]

categories: reflections