grief is a sneaky bastard
Ah, grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog who comes to the back door for a crust, for a meatless bone. I should trust you. I should coax you into the house and give you your own corner, a worn mat to lie on, your own water dish. You think I don’t know...
‘Isn’t it really hard being round all that grief?’
It’s been three years since I started practicing as a funeral celebrant. I actually can’t quite believe it. If someone had said to me ten years ago that I would be regularly standing up in front of a room full of people and guiding them through a major rite of passage...
IN THESE DISSENTING TIMES
Hello dear hearts, I’m transmitting this from cycle day 22 and the ambiguity of wanting to be seen, whilst also wanting to hide. Such is the paradox of these early luteal days in my cycle. I’d tried to write this all of last week, but something was stuck in me....
WHAT THE SNAIL READS
These look like a selection of books on vastly different topics, but I think the theme here is that all of these texts destabilise and queer dominant narratives, be that ideas about the capitalist clock, rigid gender binaries, linear history, or the boundary between the material and the spiritual.
AN (UN)ANNOUNCEMENT
Hello dear reader, I come to you with a slightly upside down approach to this newsletter, in that I’m going to share with you something that I am not going to be doing. An (un)announcement of sorts? In March this year I was accepted to study at The New School of the...
LAMMAS – EQUINOX – a summer catch up
It’s always a struggle for me to get out of my shell after a prolonged period away from publishing anything, so this is a quick(ish) round up of the last 6/7 weeks or so just to get me out of my rut!