skywritings

'You gather things up like a person who leaves a burning house, which means very randomly ... I am not seeking an answer. I just want to...

'A tea time drunk weaving his way down Old Compton Street in the blinding sun stops me, and with a smile says, "Son, I want to ...

When I last saw G, my neighbour in Western Australia, he was in his early eighties. A delightful, sensitive man who had once been an enginee...

‘Say weather take this adult from its box’ (Robertson 2001:14) In those art practices that most engage me, there is always weather. An env...

eleven songs for the hydrogen jukebox ‘everything, even the explosions in the distances might stay as long as they were to no purp...