Tuesday, 30 April 2019
I am moved beyond measure to have an essay in the current volume (7) of Reliquiae Journal from the wonderful Corbel Stone Press. This has been a long time dream of mine and I am very grateful for the vital work Autumn and Richard do.
'She is, for want of a better word, hovering; caught in a thin place, liminal- ity oozing out of her not-quite-dry bones. She has not yet met the ferryman and we know it.'
I have two pieces in the current issue of The Haibun Journal.
' - like sleeping and then waking; the in-breath and the out...
...With a moon hung high'
[From ‘/ Curlew’ ]
' – to the right swans take their place in fields filled with water that should not be there at all, water that has ignored all borders'
[From ' / Estuary ']
Monday, 11 March 2019
Wednesday, 27 February 2019
'I have found the words for butterflies, in my native tongue, and I am drawing their lines on my insides. I am ready, now, to speak of unnameable things.'
This essay was incredibly moving to write, and the fact it was written for this deeply inspiring site has filled me with such gratitude and courage.
Monday, 25 February 2019
'When winter lays its head down, memories dance; the delicate ghosts of who we once were...Light, streaming out, unstoppably; to a soundscape of oystercatchers...'
Words about St Brigid, Ireland and healing for Oh Comely .
I have some words about 'Curlew Moon' by Mary Colwell on Mark Avery's site. It was such a pleasure to write about this book and my own curlew experiences.