i think about darkness a lot lately. about the paradigm that says light is good and dark is bad. about why humans, myself included, are more often than not afraid of the dark. and why we use darkness as a metaphor for fear, uncertainty and evil. is it something primal? there are some easy answers …
it's 10am and which day of the week it is i can't be sure. it might be saturday. it's definitely still the pandemic. my typical morning goes like this: *wake up without an alarm. it could be 5am or 8am, but rarely past 8. my body likes to be up early. *stand, brush teeth, pull …
Yesterday when I was blind I could anticipate the early warning signs. The shiver when you talk to me, the rigour in our smile. Is there a better place to start? To pioneer a new technique in martial arts? For kissing without touching? Without waking up? This house is like a fire when the sun …
stillness. silence. of a type i've never before in my life experienced. yes, there were the the wild places. the far reaches of tajikistan, the gobi desert, white sands, otago. places where i noticed the missing rumble of humanity. but now is different. i wake and wonder if i'm still dreaming – though my dreams …
2pm, march 12, deep hampshire and nearing the end of 16 kilometres. i set out to walk a portion of the pilgrims way, something i've been slowly and in pieces trying to complete for a couple of years. something in me knew this would be the last walk for awhile, i'd been headachy for a …
almost every formidable musical memory i have involves being in the car. music was the fabric of my family – my parents both played music and met on the music scene in santa fe in the 1970s. music literally made me; without it they would not have met and i would not exist. one of …
A crescent moon and Venus thin veil of wintergloam wisp and woodfire vapour whistle of settlefrost and haunt of your heartvoice felt between the darklight.
