Storm Arwon is savage up north, three times worse than the Beast of the East, which delayed spring, enabling us…
Shopping has become both pilgrimage and ordinary spend, but can never conjure the extraordinary.
The sheet of pasture felted with frost is rumpled
Time frays. I left you fourteen hours ago
I hate airports, frantic or deserted. They are anonymous, non-places
. . . the flowers are both athletic and fragile
Our language is failing us too, and our unequal division of labour, auditory work and visual.
I found the film utterly depressing, just the cityscapes, street scenes of Glasgow in winter
The season’s first cicadas start winding up the sound boxes in their abdomens
‘Alexis, will you keep quiet.’ She replies, ‘Keep Quiet is a 2016 biographical documentary . . .