Writing, after the rains came

On holiday recently I read a few books that made me reflect on my own way of being in the world. Unless we're religious (and often even...

For Lesley I knew you long before I met you. In the stories of the women that came before and will long come after us. In the blue ...

She wrote it out. Sat on the beach and sifted for words Through the stones. Testing the weight of each, Feeling the smoothness of pebbles...

And so we came Down from the city of Southampton. Twenty of us, or more Pouring along the crevices of the rock With the languor of tr...

When I was at school, I had a German pen friend.  Monica lived on the edge of the Black Forest and I visited her twice; I had a bit of an ag...

I've always liked Bjork, in the way that I love all women who push boundaries and refuse to conform. Somehow she has managed to stay abs...

They say that DNA imprints on water So when we swim a million particles  stream out behind, like double-helix microscopic sea ...