Coot as a Verb

A short video I made from some clips I filmed in Clissold Park this week. The text is from my Continue reading →

Trails of Blood on Paper

Old postcards written by people who are dead. In pencil. In pen. Something remains. Something intimate. A snail trail. A Continue reading →

Let’s Talk About Benching

You look at a word long enough and it shows you some of the other things it can do. Like Continue reading →

Somewhere You’ve Never Been

Go somewhere new every day. That’s what the Dali Lama says. Or is it every week, every month, once a Continue reading →

Other Parks: Independence Park

I met A there, and H, and L, and I met N and V and a guy called Jean-Luc. Most Continue reading →

Talk to the Map

A map says up to here and no further. A map says this is all I’ve got to say. A Continue reading →

Cake: A Guide to Relationships

Understand that you are alone. That in order to write you must be alone, no matter how dark and murky Continue reading →

Bring Me Winter

I must make time to go to the park i must make time to go to the park i must Continue reading →