The night the pirates came

The night the pirates came

She is walking down the street, her arms swinging by her side. No, hang on, that was the other world, the one when people were defined by gender, by pronouns assigned to them at birth. Was this person – this lively child with mischief and magic in her eyes – was...
Being a magpie with Mary Oliver

Being a magpie with Mary Oliver

She said that sometimes there are no rules. And for some reason that was reassuring.   We went down to the shore. On an ordinary, extraordinary day. And filled our pockets with lichen and seeds. Molly flew by in a tiny plane Checking we weren’t taking her lover’s...