Friday, 23 June 2017

"I come into the peace of wild things..."

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I wrote a short story yesterday. Only the second I’ve written in my adult life. Perhaps you won’t be surprised to hear that it’s about a sel...
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Monday, 21 November 2016

"Love yourself as if you were a rainbow, with gold at both ends..."

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A weekend in the Peak District, craving the hills and the wild air. My heart is happiest, there. The moment I step from the train into ...
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Wednesday, 26 October 2016

"Hello darkness, my old friend.."

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It was golden at the weekend. C and I walked the canal into the Peak District, our feet ploughing leaves the colour of blood, of fo...
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Saturday, 8 October 2016

"I must be a mermaid...I have no fear of depths, and a great fear of shallow living."

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I am writing a story about the sea. How many ways there are to say salt. How many ways to describe the nets of light shivering on the...
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Tuesday, 6 September 2016

"To make an end is to make a beginning..."

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I write, and time feels geological. Vast and slow. I move through the hours like a glacier, stilled to a cold and concentrated poin...
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Saturday, 3 September 2016

"Perhaps one day you touch the young branch / of something beautiful. & it grows and grows".

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Months have passed again without my visiting this place. The world turns, and the world turns. I have been writing, just not here. ...
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Friday, 22 January 2016

"We love because it's the only true adventure..."

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    This is the last night in this bed under swallows and roses. The last night with sighing pines behind glass. The last time I w...
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