Alexei Perry Cox (untitled)
Is it strange that I don’t remember the surgeries on my childhood uterine cysts / That being a woman as a young girl was that unconceivable on my own body / That even after having conceived and born children I…
Refuge by Rebecca Wickens
I am baking a refuge for you and for me. The foundation is sweet butter, white flour, brown sugar, fresh eggs with golden centres, baking powder, spicy cinnamon and sea salt. I pour and smooth the foundation into the pan…
About Hope
I’ve been circling blog topics for days. Epigenetics and mothering for example. Then. Someone recently asked me how I can still hope. It was in the context of world events and specifically, the shootings in New Zealand. I thought immediately,…
The Art of Fact
When we write stories, how do they ‘contain’ the truth? What is the truth? If we rely solely on memory, as in when writing memoir or autobiography? How are we ever absolutely sure that we are…telling the truth? All right,…
