I live in the North Pennines, where I write, think, and walk — usually with a notebook in my rucksack and a head full of ideas. I’m a poet and philosopher. I prefer walking boots, kitchen-table conversations, and the company of grouse and heather to grown-up, responsible, social human beings.
What you’ll find here is a continuation of my untidiness. You should expect a ramble down a muddy path into the philosophy I call Logontology: the idea that meaning isn’t hidden beneath reality, waiting to be excavated, but is disclosed through reality, in the encounters, objects, and moments that make up our ordinary days.
I really do think it’s important to talk about the depth of things. The mystery, meaning, and the feeling that reality is definitely, always more than we can explain.
So, if you join me here, you'll find a few poems, philosophical reflections, questions, and bits of whimsy — and hopefully you’ll discover a renewed sense that life is worth living with eyes and heart wide open, even when it all makes absolutely no sense at all.
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