underculture

sometimes I realise that just under the surface there’s a monologue, a constant. close as skin, unnoticeable as breath.a tale of strife or woe, like an eager captor, cracking the whip. or I’ve been wronged somehow, prevented from being at peace.then I think ‘fuck, I’m crazy’ and then I may even worry about that.sometimes that’s … Continue reading underculture

Wild child

I’m lucky to have an adventurous daughter. She shows me things. How to catch frogs and newts, noticing little, natural details around us. She pointed out snail trails the other day - a network of shiny squiggles on the damp soil. All of these observations tell me something- about her and what’s important to her, … Continue reading Wild child