Chrysalis
Like a weird semi-developed thing inside a chrysalis, ugly and soupy and totally not viable, I begin to stir about and shake. I’m…
Death and grief have caused me to stumble and slow down, over the past two months. Where was I going? What was I focussed on?
I am an inverted triangle today. All of my energy, my needs, wants and desires, my patience with things, my will, my resolve…
This is the first November I have ever loved. Each delicate yellow leaf against each stroke of grey, and every brown, red and…
Everyone is dreaming about things “going back to normal after this”. What the hell is normal?