'And they lived happily ever after ...'

Dear Abigail Your story, Did You Get Married To Her When I Was In The Mental Hospital?  (published by ZamaShort ) is not meant to be an ea...

One of the most primal ways in which fear is programmed into our cells is through language and stories. The songs, rhythms, idioms, parables...

My recent attendance at some of the online interviews and discussions at the Collective Trauma Summit  taught me a new vocabulary to compreh...

The lily pads on the little dam felt like delicate embodiments of the human children of all ages for whom the world is at this moment grievi...

Christmas '23 my Beloved gave me a tiny notebook, with a condition. "This is not for poems," he warned (possibly thinking of t...

I reconnoitre a slightly different beach route for an upcoming Hiku Hike. The water is very loud and the pied kingfishers are unusually clos...

Raggèd rocks, weathered like the skin of my belovèd wrestling with himself, rough and grooved and sharp with linear agonies borne over tim...

Dedicated to those who have done the greatest damage I am a simple woman on whom the gift of language might be said to be largely wasted, re...

April was the longest month. It seemed to last forever, each day was open, elastic, filled with unexpected encounters, whence bubbled conver...

A single person had expressed interest in the Hiku Hike on 29 th March 2025, and they were not in the area on that day. I decided to create...