https://darcygrey.uk/writing/ Notes of a strangers mind en-gb https://darcygrey.uk/writing/the-supertramp/ https://darcygrey.uk/writing/the-supertramp/ Sun, 02 Aug 2026 11:35:01 +0100 “Excuse me? Can I ask you? Sorry, I know it’s random, on a Wednesday morning, outside of a Whole Foods, in Stokey, but do you by any chance like pasta?” Perplexed, with a wry frown, the morning commuter’s pace would slow down, just enough time for them to eventually respond with a suspicious “ yes… https://darcygrey.uk/writing/high-above-and-home-in-the-montana-plains/ https://darcygrey.uk/writing/high-above-and-home-in-the-montana-plains/ Sun, 10 May 2026 22:45:42 +0100 There’s an immense open shoot of land placed in front of me with a melancholy that blows like whistling wind far and high across the Montana plains. Stretched in the background, two gentle sleeping giants that come into focus as the eyes frown and narrow down into slits. Like a hawks eye everything… https://darcygrey.uk/writing/mrs-hen/ https://darcygrey.uk/writing/mrs-hen/ Sun, 26 Apr 2026 18:47:38 +0100 “Did you take a photo of her? ” This was the first thought that crossed my mind. It barrelled out of my mouth and into Blondies ears. And for some reason that question got to me. Right in my chest. Slammed dunked hard against the ribs crushing the soft fleshy red meat inside that makes up my organ… https://darcygrey.uk/writing/beware-the-man-that-doesnt-see/ https://darcygrey.uk/writing/beware-the-man-that-doesnt-see/ Sun, 22 Feb 2026 22:08:09 +0000 My Dear, Beware the man that doesn’t see. And see the flower that turns your eye upon it. Gently moving from one side and to the other And then beware the man that cuts it from its ground. Presented as a token piece. With words as offerings from the Gods. Hollow is this empty speech. How much is… https://darcygrey.uk/writing/train-dreams/ https://darcygrey.uk/writing/train-dreams/ Sun, 22 Feb 2026 22:04:48 +0000 A piano melody plays. It’s random with clashing tones and repetitive drones, little notes flicking by as the evening draws in. With muffled voices and faded laughs. And as the lick of the tune goes on, a train dumbly carrying passengers from work to homes rattles on by. One cave to another. One we… https://darcygrey.uk/writing/thislandbetween/ https://darcygrey.uk/writing/thislandbetween/ Thu, 27 Feb 2025 19:06:13 +0000 This morning I swatted a fly with a straight-handed slap across my face as I woke up. I noticed there was dry spittle on the corners of my mouth, and the bed sheets stuck to me like old mildewed honey—wanting to carry on what was the night before and so on. That sweet morning sleep. That space… https://darcygrey.uk/writing/the-dance-of-the-river-song/ https://darcygrey.uk/writing/the-dance-of-the-river-song/ Thu, 27 Feb 2025 19:03:39 +0000 And there, underneath the tall grass lie all of the Words. Malignant creatures created by our greeds. With wry smiles they point their pointed fingers, spells cast out like a net catching those wide eyed and stupefied, the ones yearning for the meaning they carry. These are the creatures that keep… https://darcygrey.uk/writing/el-camino-de-mi-alma/ https://darcygrey.uk/writing/el-camino-de-mi-alma/ Thu, 27 Feb 2025 19:02:40 +0000 I’ll tell ya Annie, one of these days, you listenin’? One of these day’s we’ll get out of this Godless place. We’ll go so far they’ll just give up and stop looking for us, you hear me? A place so far away where it’s just you and me, imagine it. And theres a sea there, and you’ll be smellin’ the… https://darcygrey.uk/writing/roarin/ https://darcygrey.uk/writing/roarin/ Thu, 27 Feb 2025 19:01:22 +0000 “You know somethin’? Sometimes in the shadows of darkness itself, it seems so desolate that dying feels like an easy way out. And even though I know you’re not reading this, my body wants to believe. But there, deep in the bound tightening knots lies a cowardice I can’t escape. Like a malignant… https://darcygrey.uk/writing/of-men-of-wars/ https://darcygrey.uk/writing/of-men-of-wars/ Thu, 27 Feb 2025 19:00:03 +0000 What is Red? It surrounds us and it’s in us. With the power of torrents, of colossal rivers flowing, it torments as it engulfs. Spreading the spears of armies across fields yet unsown. Its colourless dreams filled in with brazen brushstrokes of brutish beasts. Its the deafening silence separating.… https://darcygrey.uk/writing/endlessly/ https://darcygrey.uk/writing/endlessly/ Thu, 27 Feb 2025 18:58:28 +0000 When that day comes, and if you remember me, don’t think of dampness or cold blue mornings mist. But think of all the smells of summer, and petal flowers, and that touch between our lips. Then think on how it felt, when we held each other, like that, our own secret pact, and how when clouds came… https://darcygrey.uk/writing/beam-like-the-sun/ https://darcygrey.uk/writing/beam-like-the-sun/ Thu, 27 Feb 2025 18:56:08 +0000 And as I sat, face toward the high noon Sun, my feet planted firmly in the Earth, my hands floating in the roaring river, I stopped and looked inside for the source of all things, looking for the fire that leaves scars on skin, for the fire that has burned for a billion years. And in the River I… https://darcygrey.uk/writing/moonboy/ https://darcygrey.uk/writing/moonboy/ Thu, 27 Feb 2025 16:52:15 +0000 ‘While back, Mama used to call me Moonboy. ‘Cos early on when I used to tilt my head back into the sky at night an look up to the source that made light of the dark I’d always cry. An when she’d ask me why, same motion, wiping tears from my eyes. She told me all I used to say, all that I could say… https://darcygrey.uk/writing/dadar/ https://darcygrey.uk/writing/dadar/ Thu, 27 Feb 2025 16:20:24 +0000 And there I was, eyes glued wide open as the train pushed its way through a softening mist. The rhythmical pitter patter of the train wheels smashing against the rusty steel tracks had kept me awake for long enough to watch the Sun rise across the city. This place feels dark, yet I could see small…