Hope's adrenaline triggers my living,
a welding torch fusing vision and despair,
a tongue to dumbness, night into day.
Self Portrait as an Idealist – Age 27
The Call of the Unwritten

‘Then suddenly you know you need
to land, to settle into the hermitage
of unsolvedness, to wake and
pray into the offices of liminality.’
The Edge of Bleakness
Arriving in Magic

‘If you can quiz this darkness of yours
with a tender curiosity, unpicking the
carapace of denial, receiving courteously
the gift that it is being returned to you.’
The Edge of Bleakness
Arriving in Magic

‘All these years I have been trying
to grow up into a settled man,
but suddenly I want to grow down
into rescued innocence.’
The Boy Within
The Call of the Unwritten

This is all the life you have,
each day’s crests and furrows
promising that who you are
embodies all you will ever need.
This is all the life you have
Arriving in Magic

'The origins of fire
lie hidden in that dark,
secret place where our
ancestors stole fire from
the gods.’
The Origins of Fire
The Call of the Unwritten

'To hold
left and right,
dark and light,
to wait for the reconciling third—
the one who walks between’
I Am Mad - Step One
Arriving in Magic

'Then when the stars
tumble from the sky
at the end, our shining
will illuminate scars on
love’s invincible face.’
Last Rites
The Call of the Unwritten

'Border black
and white, with brown
eyes in my blue ones,
and in his coat
the lonely aroma
of the sheep-filled hills.’
Gabriel
The Call of the Unwritten

'A faith I have found in the pilgrim tracks of
each heart's foraging, to be sung at fifteen and
fifty, that our wounds are our glories and shall
be rung with his great poet's bell at dawn and dusk.'
Visits to Laugharne at Fifteen and Fifty
Arriving in Magic