The past doesn’t change, of course; it lies behind you, petrified, immutable. What changes is the way you see it. Perception is everything. It turns villains into heroes and victims into collaborators.

Hilary Mantel, A Change of Climate.

Feeling sad that the excellent Five Dials magazine is to close, but, as they write to 'make space for all the new talent fizzing at the margins..ready to forge new channels & find new forms.' Proud to have had a story published here. Thanks to all who made this excellence happen.

The past doesn’t change, of course; it lies behind you, petrified, immutable. What changes is the way you see it. Perception is everything. It turns villains into heroes and victims into collaborators.

Hilary Mantel, A Change of Climate.

Lundi matin. Dans le jardin.

Lundi matin. Dans le jardin.

John Donne said, 'Let us make one little room, and everywhere.' That's what I believe, really, that everything interesting begins with one person and one place.'

John McGahern

Currently reading the extraordinary ‘A Change of Climate’ by Hilary Mantel.

Currently reading the extraordinary ‘A Change of Climate’ by Hilary Mantel.

Am thrilled to share the beautiful cover for ‘Home is Where we Start’ designed by incredible artist Sophy Hollington.
I’m bowled over by early readers' responses to my memoir❤️🔥.
You can read them here & pre-order:
Huge 🙏 Fig Tree Jessica Craig

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Louise Bourgeois

“As Sokrates tells it, your story begins the moment Eros enters you. That incursion is the biggest risk of your life. ... You perceive what you are, what you lack, what you could be.”

Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet

Hier.

Hier.

A stand-out cover for a stand-out book. I've loved every moment of working with susannacrossman on #HomeIsWhereWeStart , her bold, lyrical, thoughtful memoir about childhood, utopia, and the many meanings of home.

love this book

Get this one on your summer reading list. Going to be brilliant.

This is a beautiful book (and a gorgeous cover)

En route.

“The sky is within a child’s reach. It escapes the adult. […] I would like my writing to ally my childish hand with the sky and my adult hand with the desert.”

— Edmond Jabès (tr. R. Waldrop)