Keira McArthur

This sixteen-year-old cat I foster spends her first week here under a blanket. She drinks water and sleeps. Processing, it feels like. The loss of her former foster dad, who had to move into long-term care. The four days she spent at a shelter full of a full spectrum of other cats, all negotiating and […]

Story Cake first instalment is coming – never fear.  It has been delayed by some time-sensitive physical and academic tasks, which have taken precedence over all else: I’ve been packing up the old and building the new. To the point where I’ve got twenty days left here: during which I find places for all this […]

Happy Friday all.  Big full moon tomorrow – I plan to hang on firmly to my sense of the ridiculous, & keep it light & good. In the meantime, wherever you are, I hope you can get outside and roll around in Autumn. Glorious.

Our house sits on bedrock beside a small old quarry.  We and the quarry are surrounded by big old trees and growing young trees,  so summer mornings are full of birdsong echoing off the high ceilings through open windows.  It can be cacophonous – I often feel like I’m working in a jungle tree-house up […]

…trees like green walls out every window, on every floor.  This happened suddenly, when the ash leaves opened – about 3 weeks ago.  Now the air tastes still and green and humid-heavy, builds in a dark blustering crash to thundering rain on our metal roof, then abates and burns with full sun again.  Even the […]

I get to plant trees with my parents. I can’t imagine being more content than this. pictures to come.