The world in colour by The Human Hand.

Writing poetry just happened. I didn’t intend it and I don’t even know if I am good at it. There is a chance I could suck completely. Despite this I keep going. Ideas seem to spring up out of nowhere and scream at me, demanding their release. So many experiences in my life have left…… Continue reading The world in colour by The Human Hand.

Dreaming (dedicated to The Watcher)

I have just finished a term working with students on the subject of dreams, and the way dreams have been perceived for centuries. Alas, I am no wiser. It appears that dreams have always featured as something to fascinate the religious, the scientifically minded and those obsessed with the paranormal world. There is an attraction…… Continue reading Dreaming (dedicated to The Watcher)