The Horseman’s Dream and Dartmoor

The photo could have come straight from The Horseman’s Dream: a white colt galloping across a stormy Dartmoor. Looking at the rest of the photographer’s work, it was clear that it wasn’t a one-off. His feed is full of powerful, nuanced wildlife photography. I strongly suggest you go there now and give him a follow.…

By ajreid22 25th October 2019 0

A Special Kind of Actor

The craggy face of Rutger Hauer glared back at me from the battered VHS case. ‘Don’t let your mum find it. I want it back when you’re done.’ ‘She’ll find it. She finds everything.’ ‘Hide it under your bed.’ ‘First place she looks.’ ‘Dammit. She’ll kill me too if she finds it. She’ll know I…

By ajreid22 25th July 2019 0

The Horseman’s Dream: A Tale of Conspiracy, Corruption, Cruelty and Conditioning in Post-Disaster Britain

It’s taken me nearly 20 years to write The Horseman’s Dream: its origins lying somewhere in the ashes of the Twin Towers and the ensuing maelstrom of disinformation.  It’s about something good that still exists in a bad world.  This is the best story I can come up with to frame the notion of a…

By ajreid22 9th August 2018 4

Visiting Ypres at 13 Years Old

Monday was the 100th anniversay of the start of the “third battle of Ypres”: Passchendaele.  This poem and piece of music is my tribute to all those who died in the trenches.  Fodder to the Maschinengewehrs, often drugged with amphetamines to quell their terror, some as young as 13 years old raced and palpitated towards…

By ajreid22 3rd August 2017 0

Upload

When I’m gone and turned to dust, You’ll still click my link, I trust, Give us a like or even a love, I’ll be watching from above, If creation truly be not a sin, Maybe my uploads will get me in? Followers come and followers go, Like lovers you never really know, Unless they too have…

By ajreid22 15th June 2017 0

Echo Chamber

Goodnight, my love, Sleep well in your chamber, See you in a while, You’ll be in no danger, From the voice that dares ask, Any question at all, To the strong and the stable, Of their thirst for our thrall. Goodnight, my love, Your skin has grown paler, Behind the chamber’s glass, You’ve become your own jailer, Closing the…

By ajreid22 12th May 2017 0