A poem
Death MudraÂ
Published by Bhumisparsha, December 2020

if i look back, i am lost
NASA
Show & Tell
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Color Me Curious
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EXPECTATIONS

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RMH
Noah Kahan
Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!
Cosmic Funnies
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
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@carriefoulkes
A poem
Death MudraÂ
Published by Bhumisparsha, December 2020
A poem / essay
Extra Ordinary Times: Notes from North London, March - April 2020
Published by St Ethelburga’s Centre for Reconciliation and Peace
An Interview
I did an interview with @conch.fyi and it's online here. Conch is an online platform for artists and artist-led collaborations - they present weekly interviews with artists around the world, all of whom have been selected based on a recommendation from another participant...
A poem / essay
‘Leap of Faith’, published by The Dark Mountain Project, November 2018.
Seeing, Listening, Telling
A meditation on the Flights of Imagination writing weekend has been published on the Natural Beekeeping Trust website.
An Article
I reported on the 19th edition of Deptford X, an annual arts festival in south-east London. Published by a-n News.
‘The whole method of surf-riding and surf-fighting, learned, is one of non-resistance. Dodge the blow that is struck at you. Dive through the wave that is trying to slap you in the face. Sink down, feet first, deep under the surface, and let hte big smoker that is trying to smash you go by far overhead. Never be rigid. Relax. Yield yourself to the waters that are ripping and tearing at you. When the undertow catches you and drags you seaward along the bottom, don’t struggle against it. If you do, you are liable to be drowned, for it is stronger than you. Yield yourself to that undertow. Swim with it, not against it, and you will find the pressure removed. And, swimming with it, fooling it so that it does not hold you, swim upward at the same time. It will be no trouble at all to reach the surface.’
- Jack London, The Cruise of the Snark
Manifesta 12
In June I attended the opening of Manifesta 12 in Palermo thanks to the support of a Biennial Bursary grant from a-n. Here are some of my reflections on the event.
Notes from Turin
I meet a man who doesn’t approve of umbrellas or sunglasses. The artist lets everything in, he says.
I tell him I feel soaked even when it’s not raining.
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An afternoon bicerin in a little cafe opposite Il Santuario della Consolata. Coffee, chocolate and cream. Bitterness, sweetness, in equal measures.
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In the church there are hundreds of paintings depicting human misfortune - sickness, accidents - presided over by Mary - invocando protezione - painting as prayer.
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The blinds in my room don’t keep out the sun. I’m woken at dawn.
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I hear there is white magic and black magic in Turin. After a few days in the city, I feel I know what this means.
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During a thunderstorm I visit the Museum of the Holy Shroud. The shroud on display is a replica.
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I join a group of women cleaning the condominium garden. There is sweat and dirt on my skin. A snail crawls halfway up my bare leg before I notice it’s there.
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Late at night I converse with my shadow. She is larger than me and usually dancing.
Her gestures are an invocation, a magic spell.
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It rains and I dream myself in the broad brown river, trying to halt its flow.
A writing weekend
Flights of Imagination - Writing with the Bees
A writing-for-life exploration with Charlotte Du Cann and the Natural Beekeeping Trust
What do the lives of honeybees have to do with the well-being and creativity of ourselves?
In the 1920s Rudolf Steiner said that the fate of the honeybee colony was inextricably tied to our own. Since the first case of ‘colony collapse disorder’ was recorded in 2006 the tale of the vanishing bees has been told all over the world.
What does the crisis mean for us as human beings, as writers, as caretakers of the natural world around us? Are we still able to garner the sweetness of life for the benefit of the whole collective? Or have we, like the bees, been so cramped, doused with chemicals, controlled, that we have lost our way back home on Earth?
This weekend retreat is designed for all those who ask questions about the way forward and what we can do as human beings, as writers, to help restore the planet and re-imagine our relationship with a species we have lived alongside for thousands of years.
a short story
My short story 'The Come Down' has been published in the latest Dark Mountain Project book, Issue 13: Being Human in the Thick of the Present.Â
move into the darkness the mystery you may not know how but your body knows
Meeting Ground, London, 2018. Collaborative exhibition with Joseph Ridgeon.
The absurdity is punishing me for not believing in it. I affirm the absurdity. On the other hand, absurdity is itself absurd.
Donald Barthelme