It is common for words from languages using non-Roman alphabets…
When I write I’d like to think I’m adding some things to the world — some words of course, and perhaps a vision, or a concept, or maybe even…
With more effort than any of us thought would be required, in one final heave we pulled our launch out of the shallows and onto…
I remember practising before the
We had always looked for more, but now mostly less — especially at this time in our lives where it seemed we…
Throbbing tempo of surfer music occupies the almost-foreground background, sounds ironic and…
As far back as I can remember, I have looked for presence. For self. I looked for it in my…
The space between this moment and the next is — theoretically — infinitely divisible. This means we always have…
Eerily floating beyond, these clouds — with their atmospheric impasto and subtle and creamy solar Ochre and faint and warm…
The Monument is a prose poem that tells a (nominally fictional) story which might relate to reality in the real world, but also — and not inconsequentially — it is a stage for play…