https://videopress.com/v/mK8RMJef?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true It was harmless fun at first. Embracing the waves. Sitting in the pools created by them. Dreamily gazing out to sea. But then, and I knew it as I saw it approaching - a wave bigger, stronger, faster. White water over my body - enveloping me, lifting me, throwing me onto the rocks. As … Continue reading Playing with the Sea
Tag: Prose
Postcard from the North
Dearest, I am writing to say thanks for thinking of me but no thanks. My hands are in the soil and my body in the water and my mouth is singing. These things take me away from you and the world we inhabit together. Let me go, for trying to stay splinters who I am … Continue reading Postcard from the North
Bambi
He kindly agreed to drive her to the station, despite the early morning shadow fog. His weathered hands grip the steering wheel as he peers short-sightedly into the gloom. She should have insisted on driving herself - just how much can he actually see? She strains her eyes for him and watches the road in … Continue reading Bambi
Nearly Two
Dear Readers, It has been a mental year. The Brexit merry-go-round continues with predictably awful consequences. Over a million people have died from Covid and infection rates rise/fall/rise. Police keep killing unarmed black civilians. There have been riots. Protests. Strikes. Another global recession and U.S. election is upon us. As well as floods. Forest fires. … Continue reading Nearly Two
Barefoot Sociologist 