Writing, after the rains came

This is the story of a baby; a child and an adult. It is the story of how I came to posthumanism, as the process of theorizing becomes linke...

  Part 2: The Fog Click here for part one The turning home was, as ever, a turn towards mixed emotions; echoes of nostalgia, the sense of t...

Today scientists discovered a petrified tree on the island of Lesbos. Twenty million years old - perhaps? The age is hard to tell Fossilised...

It was a day like any other. (A rather cliched phrase; but for Sam - now 26 months into a full lockdown - it was undoubtedly true).  And so ...

'Your connection is unstable' Zoom tells me, and I think well, quite. I'm waiting on communication behind three flashing dots dr...

(After Nina Powles) Today scientists discovered the speed of clouds: The taste of froth on milky coffee The crumpled bed with duck feath...

There’s much to forgive, and much to be forgiven for. Imagined slights, outright rudeness, hate, that sideways glance two years ago in ...