Tsunamis In the House of Wholeness

Tsunamis In the House of Wholeness

For much of my life, I’ve been in a profoundly playful, intimate, sometimes exasperating, richly rewarding relationship with writing. I love words, I love the immersive alchemy of writing, and I seek to bring to life stories that liberate rather than congeal....

Hestia

SUNDAY POEM You gods and bearded prophets, go squabble in the pub for a while. I’ve heard enough of heroes and lightning chariots streaking across the sky. My companions are Cassandra and Cordelia. They cook with me and wash dishes afterwards. This chipped blue...
Swimming In the Sea of Story

Swimming In the Sea of Story

Strolling around my garden with the sun on my skin, the sea undulating against the rocky beach below, eagles chittering their silvery cry across the bay, I slipped into a state that I used to inhabit as a child — an imaginative trance in which, even as the soles...

Beginning: Words of a Feather

All week I’ve felt this mixture of anticipation and dread, of raring to go and being stalled. One foot on the accelerator of my life, the other on the brake. It’s a familiar feeling. And it always heralds some sort of change hovering outside my door....