There they were. Mum and Dad, their faces expanded on my laptop screen, nostrils looming (Dad), worrying about hair (Mum). A Wednesday. Two days after lockdown. I had called via FaceTime to find Mum pottering in the kitchen. Is Dad there, too? I asked. Can he come? He came and sat down, both of themContinue reading “Screens”


I am standing on a cliff. The sea unrolls before me, an empty beach, an empty sky, a full heart. I stretch upwards and touch the sky and feel gravity’s invitation, a question I don’t wish to answer, easily rebuffed. The water dances with the wind, time-honoured, time-ancient. There is warmth on my back andContinue reading “Cliffs”