Pressure Sometimes I dream of tears rushing like fat, slaking globs of rain after the drought. Rolled in dust – marking dry rivers at first as the wilting landscape looks on desperate and panting. Blobs tense from the need to burst with wetness. Flow, pour, flood me with quench, it urges, no deluge is […]
Coronavirus: How does this make you feel?
Living in a time of contraditions Saturday morning and obviously, there’s no football, no yoga, no lovely long bike rides to cafes, no cinema, no supermarket shop, nothing doing out there except a brisk walk. Nope. And we know this. It sucks. We know this too. While I gaze out onto quiet, still and silent […]