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I don’t keep a blog here — my writing happens, every week, in two ongoing projects. Both are free to read and free to join.
Wild Art Letters
A weekly invitation to slow down, step outside, and find your way back to the earth, to yourself, and to everything still wild that needs you. Nature writing, seasonal practice, ecological grief, and the creative relationship between humans and the living world. Published twice weekly, every Monday and Friday.
Short Story Press
A home for the short story — craft notes, recommended reading, out-of-copyright classics, and reflections on the writers I love. For anyone who believes a great story can do more in a few thousand words than most novels manage in three hundred pages.
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On belonging to the living world
I am standing at the kitchen window looking out into the garden. A red admiral is opening and closing its wings on the head of a thistle. Two jackdaws are arguing on the roof overhead. A pigeon is doing what pigeons do - moving across the grass with that...
On belonging to the living world
I am standing at the kitchen window looking out into the garden. A red admiral is opening and closing its wings on the head of a thistle. Two jackdaws are arguing on the roof overhead. A pigeon is doing what pigeons do - moving across the grass with that...
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On grief, and the life we almost miss
The horse chestnut at the edge of the lane is shedding its conkers early. I photographed them the other morning - small, unripe, jettisoned by a tree under stress from the heat - and felt the familiar tightening in my chest. The grief that comes when the natural world...
Dan
The first drag tasted like ashes, but Dan held on to his cigarette nevertheless. He leant against the wall next to M&S, feeling the heat in the bricks. He should probably call her. Send a message or a text. But what could he possibly say? "Good luck" "Hope it all...
Pants
Applying the Seat of the PantsI have a novel to write (several actually but let's not go into that). I have once again signed up to NanoWrimo and am determined to see it through this time. I have done my advance planning, thought about the plot, have a pretty clear...
Hens
Three French Hens Gertie, Ida and Flo arrived about a month ago, dragged from a pen of 50 hens, randomly selected from 900 intensively reared birds now surplus to commercial requirements. Contemplating the destiny of the other 897 breaks my heart. For I have...
Sid the Cat
Est ce qu'il est un joli chat?This is Sid, known in our house as the cat who can do no wrong. He regularly upends the milk carton to drink the spillage, wrecked an expensive sofa with his scratching, and broke oh so many precious things in his nocturnal pursuit of...
The Sasha Factor
The Sasha Factor We have a young lad staying this week, from Paris. He is very sweet and helpful and is working hard at improving his English (which is why he is here.) He also has an interesting face. As with a lot of French children he is impeccably turned out with...
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