Tag Archives: Storms

Beachcombing

Two fragments of pottery, one with a geometric pattern, one of which has the number ‘22’ stamped in it, some quartz, a lump of marble, a flint that rings like a bell when you strike it, some possible basalt, a … Continue reading

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The Table

I have a new table, to sit at when i write. It’s a beautiful thing, engineered from English oak, a wide expanse of pale wood, not even oiled. I spend most of my time travelling, writing in cafes, airports, on … Continue reading

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Emergent reason

Ever so often i become aware that i write too much about serious things. It’s raining hard today, with the odd moment when the sun breaks through. It was during one of those moments that i was to be found … Continue reading

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