Kept busy by another year of schooling, I didn't do much posting. This is something I wrote while settling into Istanbul.Read More
5 year anniversary of unsolicited musing.
I want you to write me a comprehensive list of the sounds a tree limb makes when it splits and falls.Read More
I lay on top of the city for perspective and stared down the stars as they became real as I rolled kicking and crying down the slope where I found the ground and couldn’t run for the dizziness.Read More
Thus my interest in Adegbeye’s theme of erasing and redesigning the space of a fringe community.Read More
I decided to step way back, think about nothing, look at all of my creative output, then see if there was a common denominator.Read More
Get behind the scenes, arrive late to splash paint on the walls, arrive late in brainy bravado.Read More
There is no doubt that work that reflects on my experience moving about the world ties into the idea of independent travel. I found a few theories and contradictions I plan on following up on next week.Read More
Moving rapidly from minimal prose to diary I’ve no rhythm and can’t dance, I stand to the side of the milonga while they tango under the glow of antiquity.Read More
She comes in waves, in sand and stubborn, silty sweat.Read More
Voices rise and fall in the centre of the square stop, break see your breath pause in the crosshairs of the call to prayer.Read More
I focus on the itch until it goes away or gets worse.
Thumbnail: Kate Doyle. Bad Nora. 2012.Read More