Peter B Godfrey

I stood within the shadow of my home, a great sorrow had fallen upon my life. You speak here of rights. I speak of wrongs. Are there not wrongs to be righted? I feel I am something of a novice upon this platform. We are all bound up together in

Beating, my heart once beat its way through a strange and sprawling world. The past comes and walks by your side once more. Don’t linger take leave of the time and hold onto your gratitude and enchantments. Illuminate the dark that created us. Clarity shines in every depth. When

Post-traumatic-growth. There was a time when I didn’t know if I would ever laugh again. Grace is: –the ability to put one foot in front of the other. –the ability to get up and get through another day. –the ability to live one more day without your loved one.

I want this to be a small book, a small slight book, easy to carry. A melancholy impulse –with rage in it as well. The sort of book that passes itself from hand to hand, unnoticed by most, like a microbe. What will it say? It will say what it

I remain in darkness, simple passion, A Man’s place, A Woman’s story. Exteriors, the Years. A short one this week from the spines of 2022 Nobel Prize Winner Annie Ernaux's books. Dream intentionally - while you're awake.

The market for nonsense is infinite. Somehow the appeal of fake certainty is so hypnotic it completely by-passes our ‘BS’ filters. Content-light soundbytes, and over-simplified drivel, masquerade as– profound wisdom. Nonsense when earnest, is impressive, and sometimes takes us in. If we are in a hurry, we occasionally mistake it