NOMAD DREAMING

On Workers Day (1st May) this year I massacred a white briar rose. It was a planned assault. Let me explain (attempt to assuage my...

It was as if the garden held its breath while I was away in spring, greeting my return with a deep exhalation of blooming, each day...

For two weeks I swam in this lagoon every morning at sunrise. Every day it had a different mood, different lighting, a different greeting...

The remains of a beached whale carcass jutted out of the sand at the beach where the family took the ashes of the one who had gone to be...