Little boy in red stands on the doorstep. Fresh-faced but unaware of what is ahead. Book-bag clutched in a clammy hand and full of nothing but potential. We have arrived at this moment. A milestone I have been crawling to for some time now. Some days I have crawled through mud and across glass to… Read More Acorn//19Sep2016
We are moving. It is not what we expected or planned – but it is necessary. Capacity has been reached. These little children need to stretch their skinny legs on grass that they can call their own. It feels like neglect to withhold that any longer. Grass must be mown. Flower beds designed and planted.… Read More We Are Moving//19Dec2016
Looking down to belly expanding. Blooming, stretching, creating. Unstoppable forces push, push from inside. What has begun will be finished. I look. Touch. Dwell. Third time a house. Third time we stretch. Can we stretch enough? Or will the elastic reach its limit? A capacity unknown, full of trepidation and “shitting oneself”. Yet full of… Read More The Stretch//04Nov2015
