Autumn

Autumn One night goes on longer than the rest, never so long, whiled away. Then dawn. Goodbye, insects. Hollow casings … More

The Year of Living Deeply 25: Socks

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? You are close at hand yet very far away. So long since I have … More

I love this time of year. The city still seems to belong to itself. Mornings are still mornings, not a … More

I love this time of year. There is a wonderful Anne Lamott line somewhere about the welcome of the cooler … More

‘What you reading?’ says the book. ‘Nothing.’ ‘No need to be shy,’ says the book. ‘Go on, what is it?’ … More

[…] you write because you know them not because you understand them because you don’t you are … More

What I love about autumn is the night arriving early. What I hate about autumn is the day leaving even … More