peter gabriel

i’ve always dreamed of seeing peter gabriel in concert. and we did see him at womad last year, however i wanted to see him… live... not as a part of something else. and last night it happened. canon g9, not bad for a pocket-sized camera: goes where a long lens would have been confiscated Pete Gabriel looks like a cab driver but sounds like a rock god @TheWomensRoom when nic and i were first dating and i found out he knew all the words to all the peter gabriel songs... Read The Rest →

complicated mathematics

i believe it’s no accident that things are happening to me right now that bring me to an awareness of a 30-something year long conversation i have been having with myself. things in my professional life have been difficult over the past year. the details of what exactly has happened isn’t the important bit; it’s what i have been telling myself about it (and the bigger story of myself) that is. because it’s not just in my working life…. that just happens to be the thing that has been pressing... Read The Rest →

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i am the wood fire burning beneath your outdoor bath i am the dawn chorus i am a cup of sugar borrowed from a neighbour i am your mother’s favourite recipe i am light filtering through the trees i am the angel of death i am the broken wing of an owl i am black candles, lit for casting spells i am the clock ticking loudly on your mantlepiece i am a collection of shells from the beach i am a stack of recycled paper i am a stolen credit... Read The Rest →

sunday for one

sadly emma couldn’t come and play with me today as planned. poor thing was struck down by some horrid affliction. feel better soon lady so you can come hang out with me…. i decided to head out anyway, since it was such a beautiful spring day in london town. see taste breakfast at the albion caff. a little bit disappointing this visit. thinking about trying somewhere else next time… eva dixon’s, fidel’s, santos & revel! – we miss you!!! shop had to have this print: kill your tv. decided to... Read The Rest →

spring

the carpet is growing weeds again and crocus blooms keeping thrusting themselves up through the charcoal flecks adding patterns of joyous colour. it’s kind of annoying though, i have to watch my step when i get out of bed. we have guests coming on friday. i’m going to have to put a sign up outside the front door “beware the plants” or something like that. and at this rate, i’ll be able to set up a stall outside our flat, with an honesty box - flowers for sale: 50p a... Read The Rest →

sold! and relisted

wow. thanks. to all of you who ordered a copy of the book. i sold out of the first print run (20 copies) in three days. THREE. DAYS. i am humbled. flabbergasted. spinning. and just a little worried. whatiftheydon’tlikeitwhenitturnsup? and… for anyone who would still like to buy a copy – or 2 or 3…. – i have listed another 20 in my etsy store. from my cracked-wide-open heart to all of yours, thanks just doesn’t seem big enough. arohanui x Share → Tweet

it’s not

it’s not about being published; though that does bring some degree of satisfaction, feathering my ego’s nest with soft white down. it’s not a desire to be noticed; all this visibility often makes me want to hide, sneak away and pretend it’s someone else that does this. it’s not about what you think of it, though i’m glad if it speaks to you, or if you recognise some of your life in the words. it is about the overwhelming urge to write, write, write thoughts scamper about, teasing my pen,... Read The Rest →

rescue

just cos i’m goin’ thru shit times doesn’t mean i need rescuin’ do you ever stop to think that hugging might make you feel better but that i just want to be left the fuck alone to deal with this and that i need to make my way out in my own sweet time? please stay though, just don’t fucking touch me whatever i’m feelin’ is likely to discharge giving us both a shock and breakin’ my concentration just sit there okay? hold me. but only with your eyes &... Read The Rest →

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