archive
Hello and welcome to my archive. There are a range of different types of creations here: poetry, improvisation, Soundaubs, performance, composition. Some are performed by me and some by others. The timeline above can help navigate. Dates relate to the date published, not the date created. delve deep x
2024
organ improvisation. recorded on the Frobenius organ of Robinson Chapel, Cambridge.
24.1029
2023
24.1029
organ improvisation. recorded on the Frobenius organ of Robinson Chapel, Cambridge.
2022
24.1029
organ improvisation. recorded on the Frobenius organ of Robinson Chapel, Cambridge.
2021
poem. how easy the tree, how wide its tread
21.1125
poem. although the air may shimmer with fear
21.1026
performance. an exuberant piece for oboe and piano by the young Nielsen
21.0701
aleatoric ensemble, electro-acoustic. exploring the macrocosm in the microcosm
21.0620
jazz band. arrangements from porgy and bess, blue skies and tophat
21.0613
piano improvisation. late night in a chapel, exploring the silence
21.0521
poem. buds, soft uncurling of winter duvets
21.0501
poem. the sun is cracked its rays are splintered in my phone
21.0425
string quartet. exploring the half-waking state and its connection to Source.
21.0330
–2020
poem. what happened in the blackness when everything was invisible?
20.1115
poem. Celestial Banquet, feast of the stars.
20.0123
poem [forest]. Unconditional laughter woven in green and sunlight.
19.0821
poem. hope, with wings of laughter, held me.
19.0730
poem. violonic shimmering, half-strewn sunlight, the wordless quivering.
19.0201
poem. A bruised banana bruised in brutal combat with my bag.
18.0601
poem. procrastination is when we crunch our day away.
18.0426
Creations
Along with music, poetry has always been a very natural way for me to understand myself and the world. Hendymion is where all my poetry lives, softly minding its own.
Here’s an excerpt from a poem i wrote recently, I hope you like it and that you choose to explore my poetry, and find some beauty, light, solace, hope, goodness – anything wholesome really – in it.
Jx
The Earth was Singing [excerpt]
And the sea was a thousand dreams
Washed upon the shore
And then re-embraced by the Great Mother,
And nourished thereby to a sky
Of hope, so endless and open and honest.
She, the sea, spoke in words i was not ready to hear
With a softness that made me cry,
Broke me into a thousand fragilities
And bore me back to my home again.
…
