Field
Essays, poems and experimental writing, to read slowly and return to. Some pieces reason their way forward and ask to be followed; others are short and cryptic, and ask to be felt before they are grasped.
thresholds and arrivals
The world is woven
The world we know is only one story, and others are waiting to be heard
The definite not quite
The ring, the made bed, and a promise to care while everything changes
Space between breaths
Waiting as a measure of power, and whose hours it spends
Learning to arrive
Arriving in your own life, and the times here is not yet a place to land
crossings, memory, inheritance
A shelf is a kind of crossing
Knowledge that has already travelled, and the hands it passes through
Unlearning to recall
The routes memory and language lay down, and leaving them
Memory as collective space
The memory we call shared, and whose it actually is
What the soil remembers
The ground that keeps the crime alongside the harvest
living systems, feeling, becoming
The loop that knows itself
Consciousness as a living thing feeling itself to be alive
Where feeling begins
The flinch, the one who has it, and where obligation begins
The web we are already in
The single web of care and harm we are already held by
The practice of becoming
The self as made rather than found, and the small deaths the making asks
power, care, collective life
Theatre of opposition
Disagreement as spectacle, and the cost of mistaking it for the real thing
Learning to weave without losing the thread
The tension a weave needs, and the thread lost at either extreme
How we really take care
The care that comes from need more than goodness, and never comes clean
Where the future grows
The future that grows in the margins, and why it indicts more than it inspires
fragments
Poems and compressed prose, working through image, rhythm, and what remains unsaid. Another way into the field's questions.
Vote
A campaign promise, crossed out as it is made
Greedy
Taking until nothing is left, and giving until bare
Aliens
The invaders, the invaded, and the forgetting they taught
Falls
Life, a crushing feather, and the yawning voyeur
Fire
Setting fire to the sea, and our names to the flame
Into my hands
A violent inheritance, and the choice to flee
Of this world
A proud traitor to this world
Herald
A roll-call of the lost, and a homeland loved to ruin
Dry spell
The banks fill and stay dry, the storm near the whole time
The offering
The heart given up, and the question it asks back
A dance
The many dances by the cliff
Wander. Linger.
Notice what wants to grow.