Drawing Water
byNow when I was a little chap I had a passion for maps. I would look for hours at South America, or Africa, or…
Root Mapping
Earth Turned Honey
byMoksha The desert has no memory. Sun beats on its chest, collarbone glistens: I wait for rain, an angry sea filling the sky…
Undertow
byWalking the Edge A trusted mentor once told me, having read my work, “You often write about the meeting places of land and water.”…
Hommes sous Hommes, II
byIn 2005, I went to Palestine for three weeks with my parents, my wife and our daughter, aged two. We were invited to carry…
A Foraged Map
bySpread over my kitchen table, emptied from the various cloth bags and tubs, were the wild plants that I’d gathered that day. As I…
Mapping the In-Betweens
byBy the time I was seven I had moved house four times in three countries on two continents. A few years later, I found…
Endlings: Drawing Extinction
byThere are many different approaches to drawing animals. In particular there was a shift in the 19th century away from French idealism towards an…
A Place That Mattered
byThe place where my son died had horses. Only because when a dying boy asks you for a horse, you find more than one….
Mapping Edge
byMapping Edge Finger touched mapped faded edge, unending ink black shaped lines, tracing hillsides I walked as a child. Black tufted strokes,…
Hommes sous Hommes, I
byIn 2005, I went to Palestine for three weeks with my parents, my wife and our daughter, aged two. We were invited to carry…
From A Queer Ornithology
byFor those who delight more in the seed of things, I can say that these poems investigate queer, genderfluid indigeneity, and interspecies-relational philosophy through deep observation of wild birds.