This is the only reality: the atoms of each of us come together for a brief while here and now, the pump and flicker of our hearts dancing our bodies and our brains on the surface of our broken planet in this moment. Everything everywhere is already real, the beating of the squirrel’s heart and […]

Kirjasomen joulukalenterin eilinen luukku aukesi Kirsin Book Clubissa ja huomisesta luukusta vastaa Kirjan jos toisenkin -blogi. Kalenterin aloitusluukku löytyy Yöpöydän kirjat -blogista, jossa on lista kaikista luukuista linkkeineen. Kalenterin logot ovat perinteiseen tapaan myös Yöpöydän kirjat -blogin Niinan käsialaa. Tänään on vuorossa Kirjaluotsin pakkoneuloosi- ja äänikirja-addiktiopostauksen vuoro, josta onkin tullut jo joulukalenteriperinne. Eli luvassa vuoden […]

No, I’d open a refuge for mothers. A retreat. Concrete 1970s brutalism, an anti-domestic architecture without flounces. Something low with big windows and wide corridors, carpets to deaden sound. There will be five or six rooms off the corridor, each with a wall of glass and sliding doors looking on to a cold, grey beach. […]

The day was bright again, as if England had forgotten how to rain. The bracken is always the first to turn, bronze already coming through at midsummer, but it was still a steadfast deep green. It seemed as if all the flowers were out at once, purple and yellow vetch, foxgloves, of course the heather […]

Dawn. There’s no sunrise, no birdsong. Light seeps over the water, through the branches. The sky is lying on the loch, filling the trees, heavy in the spaces between the pine needles, settling between blades of grass and mottling the pebbles on the beach. Although there’s no distance between cloud and land, nowhere for rain […]