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  • Control

    Control

    In the still cold night With my boys tucked up tight I see further and clearer How hard I must fight. Fight to keep what is mine Keep it safe sound and shine A bright light upon all those who sigh. Chase the dark thoughts away Paint a glow on my day Ignore all those…

  • Oh what tangled webs we weave…

    A vacuum is filled when new air rushes in The old air pumped out under pressure. Light is snuffed out as it fights for a breath Until oxygen finds a new fissure. So where is my air? What replaces the old – The old me The one who flew high? A new gas diffuses, Drifts…

  • Brownian motion

    Brownian motion or pedesis (from Greek: πήδησις /pɛɖeːsɪs/ “leaping”) is the random motion of particles suspended in a fluid (a liquid or a gas) resulting from their collision with the quick atoms or molecules in the gas or liquid. The term “Brownian motion” can also refer to the mathematical model used to describe such random…

  • Give way

    Give way

    When you give way do you give up? Is this journey always to be pitched At an angle so steep That my blood hammers hard And I drop and I swoop Ever down There are lights on the way Chinks of bright Glowing white But they fade as you try to hold on They are…

  • Blowing in the wind

    Blowing in the wind

    …and it is. Blowing. I am sitting outside the boys’ room in Brixham listening to a gale outside and gentle breathing inside. Elder hasn’t slept well and I’m wide awake. So I thought I’d pop in and say hello. Hello. I’ve been doing the customary year end reflections recently. As you do. It’s been a…