Behold, the galloping madness! Haunted by the terrifying sound of the owl, and the image in the mirror – a hyena in full drool -, the King charges forth, unaware of the point of no return on a perilous path.…

After years of nursed anticipation years of endured indifference years of standstill stares years of suspended joy   Now this year the year of descended pain you have ascended the sky

A walk, a Judo roll, a ‘cushion fall’, a stretch, a shower, a bowl of fruit to allow thoughts to dart and roam while tethered on a rock of (un)certainty: we are a rare flare of light from the clash…