The Journey There – And the rhythm…

He feels it rather than hears it. It is like a deep, piercing, heart-felt, gut-wrenching feeling that tears his limbs apart. And yet, it is also a sound screeching out of the earth and the sea, sent, like a screaming banshee from the heart of his homeland to the depths of his mind, insistent, taking […]

Pockets – Full of memories

I stuff my hand in my pocket, and I find coarse damp sand, broken shells and brightly-coloured stones from the beach. As I pull out slimy, popping seaweed and squawking gulls from my other pocket, the stench of the cold and dull grey sea fills my lungs, and I am grateful not to have a […]