An almost overwhelming sense of oppressive sadness has settled on my heart over the past few days. When I have not been absorbed in my daughter Lara's facial surgery, from which she is now recovering, I have followed avidly the coverage and commentary around the
I wrote this piece in 2009 and have just revisited it. It seems just as relevant to me know as it did then. ‘People were startled to hear that if we don’t go to the spirit, the spirit comes to us as neurosis. This is the
'I burst out of the loft like an arrow at a target, though no target I have ever seen.' From The Call of the Unwritten - Title Poem - Adrian's First Collection. I wrote this poem during a series of workshops called a Salon Series led by the poet