I have walked into the grief. I have walked into brave space, mine and others’. I have sat in … More
Category: Max Richter
Tired, but
I am tired. Though I write from a place of privilege and of safety, I am tired. Tired of feeling … More
Crashing out
My concentration has not been all that it might have been recently. Loved ones are suffering. Some with this thing, … More
What good is love that no one shares
I started a bit of a thing for Max Richter a while ago. Then gave up. Last autumn I came … More
Lifesaving Poems 