Pandemic Notes: and our echoed voices come back

A friend posted a link to an article that said something about the disease mess were in right now. This friend has a different friendship network from me. It’s interesting to see what their network thinks and says, so I happened to have a look at the dozen or so comments. Every single comment (at […]

Pandemic Notes: I’m done breaking things down, I need to build them up again.

Looking up the trunk of a busy, monochrome plane tree

I’ve been exhorting people to create. To reach out, and make something, in this pandemic – this soul-sucking time that suffocates spirit by cutting off humanity from our lifeline of humans. Creating extends. You reach for tools, for cameras, you stretch before and after you make. You don’t reach to read the news, you haunch, […]

Pandemic Notes: I don’t think America needs to kill that many people.

photo of the American flag

According to these datasets the NYT published: China had 3,300 deaths from 80k infections, and now has fewer than 100 recent new cases. They suppressed the worst if the infection so far. South Korea had nearly 10,000 cases, around 150 deaths, and around 100 recent new cases. They’ve suppressed the worst of the infection so […]

Just type: How I miss Ludlow

photo of ludlow's butter cross

How I miss Ludlow. A brace of pheasants in the feather for less than a fiver – hanging from one of Ludlow’s five local butchers. Each dwelling in a building made by medieval tradesmen. Cobblestones, of course, usually damp, with overhanging late-medieval timbers just overhead. If you duck and twist to the market square, you can […]

I thought I’d be wearing a robe or something.

“So, this just swings over your jacket, and just hook this bit under your… where’s your tie?” The spindly man from Ede and Ravenscroft held some form of heavy, black wool cloth and cordage out to me. “I’m not wearing one. I don’t own one. Wait, do I need a tie to graduate? I thought […]

Cally Road’s king and I

Bridge over Caledonian Road

Thing is, despite the many people, none gave me a second look. And, I’d never looked more guilty of breaking and entering in my life. “Ah, Zak!” I could hear the k in the way he said my name.“I forgot to put a microwave in your flat. You want one, yes?” “Actually, that’d be perfect.” […]