Writing, after the rains came

It was a year of words So full, that some spilled over To be corralled into formal shapes others gravitating to half-forgotten sedime...

'Art does not wait for the human being to begin' (Deleuze and Guattari) I'm walking along the River Nidd, down past the viaduc...

"Tip 1 .  First, remove the items that don't belong."  I'm a woman And so it is time to clean. I start by sweeping o...

How easy it is  To hold your hand, and talk of love. Not the love thrown as accusation Or sharp as a cat's claw that catches on my cloth...

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...