Desire Lines – the book – was based on the first 50 years of my life. Most of my new writing is now happening over on Substack and I’d love to share it with you. I’m calling it Desire Lines 2.0 and it is an exploration of what comes next… (a...
You can’t look directly at the Sun. You can try a surreptitious glance when the clouds come over. But, other than that, you can only look when he is low on the horizon; hidden apart from his spreading glimmer of fire. We worship the Sun… and yet – he does not allow us...
I have fractured time Taken it apart into a billion little pieces And scattered them into the winds. Where once I could chronicle the beginning the middle the end Now time is everywhere and nowhere. Now there will never be a ‘right time’ And we will...
An alternative way of thinking about intimacy that isn’t reliant on bumping genitals or swopping saliva… Two years ago my best friend and I learned a new form of intimacy. She had just been diagnosed with cancer; I lived in another country but made the...
Somewhere along the line I forgot. I forgot to trust myself. I looked to others: For advice Validation Direction. I asked the same questions over and over again: Who am I meant to be? Am I enough? Where am I going? But I never quite believed their answers. So I kept...
Today I am held together by safety pins. There’s the one carefully threaded through the side seam of my t-shirt where the overlocker cut too closely and the stitches are missing. I meant to sew it up but tossed the shirt in the wash and then wore it again having...
