Connective Tissue VI

The lightning-scorched tree spreads her boughs and takes root in the pond. I've become enamoured of her. When soaked through, her broken trunk looks wounded, as if she's just finished bleeding. I don't know if she is dioecious or monoecious, but I have made her female. She seems to part her legs and bend her... Continue Reading →

Connective Tissue V

Gazing at the Sun. I walked yesterday as the moon passed before the sun. Families and couples had gathered in clusters across the drought-bleached fields, some gazing upwards, others with homemade colanders resting on knees, on paper, on the ground before them. Voices held momentarily by the air before disappearing. I noticed how the light... Continue Reading →

Connective Tissue IV

A hosepipe ban flashed up on my phone last week. My neighbour's long, bright green expandable hose used to pass from garden to garden until the ban came into force. Now I make the journey from kitchen sink to vegetable patch carrying a full green watering can. Cold water splashes against my bare legs. Courgettes,... Continue Reading →

Connective Tissue III

Saturday July 11th, 2026 This past week I’ve been walking late in the evening. It’s still hot, but the heat has a strange ascending quality. The air feels like a living breathing entity that I wade through. The air rises in slow lazy currents, shimmering across the fields of dry wheat as the trees in... Continue Reading →

Connective Tissue II

It's June 22nd. The solstice was last night. The temperature is slowly rising. Inside 27°C, outside 28°C. My body is damp, my head heavy. I used to love the heat, the hotter the better. Walking through the streets of New York in July or August always felt like an adventure, never knowing what heat-filled interventions... Continue Reading →

Connective Tissue

What lies in between one resting place and another? The cracks in the pavement, the weeds and wild flowers, the detritus left by other walkers. Or perhaps the space between each breath. Spring is threshold work. Crossing from one threshold to another. Each threshold a quickening as Spring brings new life. The temptation is to... Continue Reading →

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