by Bradley Tucker — Each dawn signals a new day Another chance to dream, ruminate and play Every day we are made anew But work and drudgery distort our view We fill our heads with boundless disdain As if we were the makers of our pain and gain Surrender to the currents of the stream And you will find…

by Bradley Tucker — The gazelle gazed out across the Savannah. Two long, dark horns stood atop its head in warning. Its ever-watchful eyes darted once more across the endless plains of grass before lowering its head to drink the floodwater. …

Most people enjoy going out for a walk in the countryside to get a breath of fresh air and take in the scenery, but some hiking enthusiasts (fundamentalists) try to make this their living reality for months on end as they dive deeper into nature and themselves. Multi-day, well-marked paths…

Sheathe your swords Put flame to hearth Civilize the hordes And seek to prove your worth

In today’s world, we consume information like addicts in withdrawal, desperate for our next fix. The thought leaders of our day, as they so humbly call themselves, have unparalleled access to our hearts and minds and we dutifully hang off every word they say in the hope that we can…

I am a man in a cage I am spoon-fed information as I age I have faithfully read the prisoner’s manual Page by page And can now declare That I am a sage This world, it appears Was not meant for me Only now that I have stopped running, can I see…

Distract me from myself Sever my head from my body I need to feel And not think I need to sink Into the mundane To accept the present Without its apparent intentions Relinquish the need To be in pursuit Of some ungraspable thing We fabricate our meaning Paint our skies indeterminable colours Taunt ourselves with…

The idea of what I want to do for work has always been a source of torment, for as long as I can remember. …

Does pressure stifle the fun and creativity of the writing process? I know that it did for me. Only when I finally let go of my imagined future and the associated illusions of grandeur, was I able to let my creativity flow in the present. Where does inspiration come from…