POET | PLAYWRIGHT | TEACHING ARTIST
A difficult night last night. Three a.m. text messages are never good news. Even when the news is edged with hope: a turn for the better, an “it could be much worse”. It’s not the knowing that all things are impermanent that is comfort, it’s the acceptance of this. And I am forced to redefine…
We change. At least that has been my experience of the world. Everything in it changes – even if our conceptions don’t change accordingly. We cling to our understandings. Even when they are destructive. We know it of others, railing at our parents for not seeing who we have become when they see us as…