Vita Brevis

On the way to Willesden This piece was written in memory of Jean-Charles de Menezes. When my alarm goes off, I am so startled for a...

Meditation. Looking into the void. What do you see? Stars. A black, pulsating void with lights and stars in it. Then the devastating f...

The accountable journal. Believe it or not, I am still thinking about who the narrator is or could or should be. But none of my hesi...

A story I didn’t want to tell. Or didn’t intend to tell. I have a lot more work to do, a lot more thinking to do, before I can start the wri...

Well, it may not be a gushing torrent but stream on it does. Like that solar-powered fountain in my parents' Scottish garden that sp...