Growing up, my Grandma and Grandad would come and see us every Friday night. My Grandad and I would go for walks on the country lanes north of Sheffield on the edge of the Peak District. During one winter—I must have been around eleven years old—he showed me the night sky and taught me to…
Origin – For Katrine Present, as air and as possible to conjure, to craft. Though the heart believes itself still, maybe dead, I see it beating. I possess you no more than I possess the air you breathe, that I breathe, knowing it was not I who made your heart to beat. Not I who…
I felt them in my wife’s tummy before they even entered the world. I knew them when they needed us for everything. I feel towards them a protective instinct that even I don’t always understand. It’s absolutely right and inherent that I do not want my children to suffer. Something would be wrong if I…
When I was young – preteen – without the distractions of responsibility and expectation that come with adult life, I found myself from time to time dwelling on the mystery of why I existed. How had I become a person? Why did I look like I did? Why did anyone look like they did? Where…
