Keira McArthur

…day three relentless and me shrinking under the onslaught, smaller smaller until I smell like nothing at all not even fear you could walk through me and not even know it now, though I would feel it.  Years ago I had a voice, strong in the chorus of strong but someone I trusted browbeat the spectrum out […]

i used to identify with the glamour I can pull up out of my performance joy, as though it was the best part of me. It certainly got the most attention. Now I think of it more like one of many essential ‘functions’.  A runner learns how to run, or a digger to dig- I’m […]