The Eye of an Archer

poetry

  • The Game is Afoot

    A lyrical meditation on being human—dancing between spirit and self, ego and embodiment, chaos and creation. Not a guide to transcendence, but an invitation to expression, presence, and the art of being. Continue reading

    The Game is Afoot

  • The World Does Not Spin. It Crunches.

    The world does not spin.It crunches. Gravity folds upon itself, devouring its own weight.A pestle grinds Being into the mortar of Oblivion, and here we are — caught between, reduced to dust. I taste grit. I bleed Polyfilla. Asbestos coats… Continue reading

    The World Does Not Spin. It Crunches.

  • Into The Big Forever Blue

    Heathrow this morning was shrouded in a shawl of grey. Sat in the cockpit, on a wool shag Boeing jump seat, behind the pilots as they propel more fuel into the engines. Faster, faster, faster, until the point of no… Continue reading

    Into The Big Forever Blue