A Simple Man
A simple man born into a time where people are not the same. Technology snakes its way through the umbilical and implants, unless like him
Month: January 2020
Turning Up
You do sometimes run out of things to say about writing. You do sometimes run out of things to write. What do you do then?
Mother To Other
Mothers stood in the train station, on the train platform. Who is moving away from whom? What is moving away from what? Stories dismantle themselves
the danger in poets
burning torches made of poetry here with our heads alight here with out tongue impassioned they say you have to understand offer no explanation expect
english meadows
we are dreaming of meadows where mist clings to the feet by the river the knee high grass the nettles, and the dockleaves cuckoos unravel
Working At It
Hit the ground running. Start out the year with a solid foundation of work, and a solid practice in place, and it gets easier to
Convenient
A gunshot in a crowd is a different thing to a gunshot in the country. The acoustics out here baffled your ability to determine in
Writing New Stuff Based On Old Stuff
I am never sure how I feel about someone writing something that finds its foundations in the work of another. It can be pretty hard
centred in love
half a life away from the fuck yous i’m in love more than i’ve ever been and seeing more than i’ve ever seen because my