Journal
Scorpio Baby
It’s Friday evening and the town is quiet. I walk out to Stapleton along an ancient green-lane…
Starbucks
For a while I have felt a hundred years old, out of touch, distracted entirely by…
Deep Clean Summer
I can hear somebody chainsawing up wood, in a garden across the street from my studio…
Ordinary Magic: A Homebirth in Lockdown
April is warm, and brighter than usual, each morning bringing clear skies and bare limbs.