I suppose that I have written so that I may have a roof over my head in the invisible country – Kathleen Raine
'Words are so eager to be seen and heard, to make sense. Given half the chance, they jump off the page and grab at us, beg us to go along for the ride. I want to slow things down, get away from the highway for a bit and poke around amongst the flowers and the trash; what grows there and what's been thrown aside. Digging, gardening, or maybe just looking and listening. See what I find, and what seems different afterwards.'
from 'Milk and Thistles', 2012
'Words are so eager to be seen and heard, to make sense. Given half the chance, they jump off the page and grab at us, beg us to go along for the ride. I want to slow things down, get away from the highway for a bit and poke around amongst the flowers and the trash; what grows there and what's been thrown aside. Digging, gardening, or maybe just looking and listening. See what I find, and what seems different afterwards.'
from 'Milk and Thistles', 2012
Photograph: strawberry pots (Edith Summerhayes 2012)
