5 mn read I return from my hairdresser having had the last bits of colour chopped out. I’m now sporting a choppy, silver and pepper pot, topknot, not entirely dissimilar from my beloved dog.
7 mn read Recently, somebody asked how I found my way to The Fields of Kindness. This is, as much as it can be, my reply.
3 mn read On August 11th, I took a picture of my dog’s paw, resting gently in the cup of my hand. Not a work of art, photography not being a thing I’m particularly good at. It caught a little sweetness though. Without me trying, a haiku arose to sit beside it. I posted them on Facebook. The […]
4 mn read I started stroking naked men for money in 2007. It feels light years ago…
5 mn read I stand here in the world without you in it anymore, still reeling from America having put Donald Trump in the White House.
4 mn read I’ve always been preoccupied by death. As a child I worried a lot about dying in the night. I worried about being suffocated or split in two by a speeding train…
