She’s Someone (let me remind)

She’s someone. Your sister, mother, daughter, yes. But more than that – she’s someone. She has a line deep in her bones that takes us back. And she doesn’t belong to you, or with … she’s someone. You can carve her up, invade her – she’s someone. You can lift your virgins and trample your whores. She’sContinue reading “She’s Someone (let me remind)”

A ritual for letting go

It is not so remarkable. To be two in seven billion. To find each other in the throng. It is not so remarkable to navigate the wide oceans and narrow fences between us, to swim and scramble, and to arrive at each other at last … I’ve been here before. Recognising that happening under theContinue reading “A ritual for letting go”