Silence Without

For being the creator of the #illridewithyou hashtag I am copping abuse for being: white  not white  PoC  not PoC  Read that a couple...

My desk is against some book cases, as if I can't have a window, a wall of books provides ample static life and colour. This time, I wa...

Yesterday, I bought some pu'er tea. I haven't been able to find my original jar of pu'er since moving, and it had been too long...

I have  been thinking about writing, and how I am not. There is a part of me that wants to blame medication, even though I stopped writin...

Tokyo. That was an incessant city. London was indefatigable. Sydney is bursting. Sleep is a similar city. To sleep is to try and traverse t...

A crisp autumnal morning with frost still bright in the early  morning sun, she blinks once, twice, before turning away from the window. It...