KAIROS HADITH
It’s been a while since I packed my travel bag and, as I stood in my bedroom with an empty bag on the floor, I was almost getting a rush thinking about the clothes and equipment I needed for a short adventure. I was heading up to the Peak district with a friend to hike, but […]
We picked up Aussie Pete from the bus station and threw his snowboarding gear into the back of the van. As soon as the van door slammed shut, the banter began. For four hours the banter didn’t stop as the three of us were swapping stories, jeering and joking as we edged closer to the […]
’Tis past midnight. Dark hours prompt forth The last homebound along the terraced doors. Alone, in the smokey bar lounge “To the Stars” propped on the shot and faded counter, lean two. Him and a lass. And amber waiters – grubby and groggy – they grumble past the the tables. A piccolo is wedged up at the […]
[et_pb_section admin_label=”section”][et_pb_row admin_label=”row”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text admin_label=”Text” background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid”] I am very proud to announce the first publication of a KH piece Cabo Verde – Bitesize Africa By Neal D Taylor The cost of the book is mainly for the one-off printing cost. Any comments or feedback are gladly welcomed. [/et_pb_text][/et_pb_column][/et_pb_row][/et_pb_section]
Casablanca, Morocco «Bon soir et bienvenus.» The two tall men stepped back And opened the heavy wooden doors, releasing them like giant clams. A warm glow of orange light filters through. We approached a heavy desk surrounded by red curtains. Without looking up: «Avez vous une reservation?» «Nous avons déjà diné, merci. Seulement pour boire un verre.» […]
The six of us (us two, two Americans, an Australian and a Zimbabwean) were en route from the airport to a B&B in sleepy Wiltshire – close to Bath – for a meeting. We were picked up from the train station by, interestingly, a South African taxi driver. The South African and the Zimbabwean immediately […]
When Thich Nhat Hanh says that he sees a cloud within the tree – that is, he sees both as being the same thing, one assumes he is talking philosophically. When Thich Nhat Hanh says after he dies he will be perhaps a flower or a leaf of grass or a cloud, one assumes he is reassuring the […]
“Ritual, art, poetry, drama, music, dance, philosophy, science, myth, religion are all as essential to man as his daily bread: man true’s life consists not alone in the work activities that directly sustain him but in the symbolic activities which give significance both to the processes of work and their ultimate products and consummations.” Lewis […]
A man on whom the sun has gone down. Either the most overlooked artist of the 20th century or perhaps durliberate-ly ignored. Fluent in a handful of languages, a bohemian, a young buck prodigywith too much sense and too much energyangry, outspoken and, ultimately, locked up. One who can see through the beclouded words, false […]
Welcome shade in the coconut grove At the foothills of the dusty, dry mountain range, presumably where the rare mountainous rainwater pools underground over millennia, lies an oasis. A small little village with modest mud two storey houses – now extended with modern buildings. a strange mix, seen from afar. The falaj, the water system, […]