Acorns · written to be passed on

An oak doesn't keep its acorns.

Welcome. I write poems, meditations, tributes and stories, usually for someone I love, and they have a habit of travelling.

This is the place I have made for them to land. Read whatever meets you where you are, and pass it on.

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The latest acorn

We Belong

A meditation

Meditation · Planted November 2026 · 3 min read

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Settle where you are. Let your feet rest on the floor, or on the ground beneath you. Notice your breath. Don’t change it, just notice it. …

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Always Story for Children · Oct 2026

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01 Poems Short, plain, and meant to be said aloud. Arriving soon

02 Meditations To read slowly, or to listen to. Settle first. 1 piece

03 Tributes Ordinary people whose lives made a quiet, good difference. Arriving soon

04 Colwall Greats Neighbours worth remembering, first published in The Colwall Clock. Arriving soon

05 Stories for Children Bedtime-sized, and best read to someone small. 1 piece

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We Belong

A meditation

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Why the acorn

Nobody plans a wood

The acorns the jays and squirrels forget become the next oaks.

These pieces travel the same way. Written for a friend, passed to someone else, and ending up in places I will never see. If something here meets you where you are, pass it on.

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