Just Keep Spinning

‘I’m hungry,’ I said. ‘Me too,’ said David, leaning over the reflections on his phone screen to get a better look at the map. A fat drop of water fell from my helmet onto my …

Cold, I See You

Cold: I see you. I see you in the naked, shivering trees. I see you on the lake, as you gust and skim across its steely surface. Cold: I feel you. I feel you with …

A true Siberian?

  This cold scares me. They call it мороз. The frost. A misleading turn of phrase: a week ago, if someone had asked me what frost meant, I would have described a silvery morning in …

København

Walk through the city. Use your feet, your eyes: see the sun sparkle off the water: reach the harbour, the sea, the space. Boats trace paths across gentle waves; and the sun, chased by careless …

Addicted

Bleak, bog-ridden, beautiful. Here I am again. I said I would not return, I would never return, but here I am. Too late, I ask myself why. The roar of the cannon is still ringing …