A tribute to Alan Watts

There’s an odd word in Welsh, Hiraeth, that means  missing someone you’ve never met It’s funny how often I feel it when I think of you fingers lightly brushing the leaves of overgrown thickets in Kent, while the War raged Salt spray mingling with your beard as you watch seagulls and crabs knocking on doors in the oldest of dances I can hear your voice … Continue reading A tribute to Alan Watts

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