childhood dreams – Spontaneous Tortoise

Be You. No, thanks.

I can’t help but feel it’s a bit of a trap. And I don’t like traps. Never have. I made one once when I was on a Wilderness Survival course. It was a weird contraption made from a stick with a hole in the end, some string, and a loop of wire. It was supposedContinue reading “Be You. No, thanks.”

Thinking Inside the Box

In the school hall, I sit with an imaginary cardboard box balanced precariously on my thighs. I feel the weight slowly shift, its contents gradually re-distributing itself. An itsy bitsy ruckus in a space only a bit bigger than a shoebox. I know exactly what is inside. The other things I know are that theContinue reading “Thinking Inside the Box”