There was too much to say so she said nothing The words knotted their arms together all octopus and impenetrable ocean swam furiously but...

No is one of our oldest crafts for some of us it is the first word we learn for others it is the first word we unlearn the fire horse in...

Last week my friends, Cassandra me, a small voiced wonder minding about the world Today telephoned said I'm going to tell you about...

My body is not a clock it has driftwood in it four stone adzes a beech tree, kauri a stand of kahikatea in the swamp six pieces of broken...

We carry these little histories like so many houses All these different doors we find to hide behind/to walk through/ leave open/to close...