[20 SEPTEMBER 2022] The prize of secrets is control – fragile, fleeting, ever-scrambling,always fearing. Its cost is double, and it’s demanded every day.

4 November 2019 I watch you sink into the earth, toe first. The roots wrap around your feet and your legs and climb up your thighs and your stomach and your chest and down your arms and cradle your head. Here, we can remember. Here, we can forget, Organic vision in all dignity, in all…

[4 October 2019] The whole world is contained in the petal of a flower – so said a voice older and wiser than mine; yet still we push, we strive, we strain, we stretch to peel back the curtain, to peer behind the veil (ironically made empty by comparison and distracted), our loftiest aims and…

[13 September 2019] Your words and your desire separated by two thin panes of glass, counting the minutes, piling them high, sorting them into highs and lows and other things undeniably known not as impassibility but as something rather like confidence. Truth is tested and trust is built in the silence between word and speech.…