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
My blood runs in the forest in the suburbs on the farm. It ties me to truth stabs holes in my echo chamber but has started to form metallic droplets.Read More
Wine is free and your head begins to spin even though you should be working but let’s write and drink let’s turn the letters red to match our teeth.Read More
“This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or the tranquilizing drug of gradualism.”Read More
The men you fall for in Florence aren't yours; you pay for the privilege. Pay to see them, let them lead you through the streets to their thrones.
I am re-posting this piece following the death of John Berger, eternally grateful for everything this man taught me about communicating ideas, about art, and about myself.Read More
Climb the stairs find the lights keep walking it’s just the night and you’re always up for a wander.Read More
See space between storm heads and sea as you leave, watch languid seasons fade into worlds of shoulders clothed in scarves and hat covered hair.Read More
Think of breathing; think where sounds are made where tongue hits teeth, infant noises. I roll the tongue and throw letters to the back of my throat with enthusiasm.Read More
November 9th will be grudging toasts to a battle ahead or whiskey-fueled regression to mourning.Read More
Running the gauntlet of homesickness every vegetable comes from red earth, the haze over the city strange from ground-level. The word for fog is learned in doodled golden bridges.Read More
They say there's no history, no soul. They speak of sand, breathe stale air, build grandiose testaments to its roses instead.Read More