Category Archives: long gone walking

Sometimes I think I have lost my tongue. But it isn’t that. I have journeyed so deep into unknown territory, so far out into the world and the real, where everything is strange and wonderful, quick and momentous; I don’t … Continue reading →

I am a load of rock, cluster of weights that round and fall and settle against one another. I lay them out on the ground, cairn shaped. “This is me,” I say, and step away. I climb, empty handed, into the … Continue reading →