#reverb 10 A defining moment from this year… Impossible to choose any one moment moments accumulate into events which heap into what was a skipful of has been somebody’s smile warm hands a poem re-read, luminous hearing passion at the open-mic white wine and ice in three glasses a friend dying in planes, pretending and…

reverb#10 New name?   Skinned for Ben   Call me Bjork. Bee-erk Call me Goddess Call me Icelandic Queen Queen of the polar-bearskin Queen of the scream Call me beserk, befurred, unravelled and together Call me Bjork Bee-erk Unearthly chanteuse Diva unseamed and unhinged Call me her

#reverb10 Journeys December Cancelled flights, frozen bikes. Coffee-shops, gluhwein stops. Women trapped in red-lit boxes. November Rather than descend to the pit of the Picadilly Line at Russell Square I’d rather walk to the Tate Modern. Rather than be welded to other bodies in a train I’d rather be soaked to the skin on my…

#reverb10 Future self. Imagine yourself five years from now. What advice would you give your current self for the year ahead? Revel Do it, don’t fret, the moment nestles; its magic matters, be kind if, where you can. Regret, like snow, alters a landscape, momentarily, then goes. Don’t resolve, take stock. Stop being wise. As if…

#reverb 10 the experience of bus-shelters the melodrama of hair the plasticity of clocks the randomness of hand-cream the adventure of dairy-free the stealth of shoulders the ever-after of apple-cores the fraud of forgiveness

#reverb10 Friendship My friends lit last year like steady burning candles that will never melt.

Five-minute memories #reverb 10  Day 15 You only have 5 minutes to recall memories from last year before your memory goes-do so-now. The year: snowflakes in hair, wrong paths, fur coat, Toledo station, Aldeburgh, starburst rockets, black sky, black sea. Word! My son, smiling, making jokes, Gaughin’s surprising early paintings in Tate Modern. Unexpected Weather,…

I’m having a go at #reverb 10 along with Alison and Steve Day 14 About gratitude Grasp I’m too grasping for gratitude though my god I’m grateful my god I’m grateful the people I love are hanging on the sides of this planet. Well, not all of them. And where did my dead go, where…?…

I’m Day 13 following Ivory and Steve with #Reverb 10 posts  here: Hard Copy Year, like soap, softened, sweet-smelling, sometimes, like citrus,  snuffed candles’ after-burn, hot wax, congealing. Year of wax. Year of hugs and hands. Year of hospitals, pills; the here and there of appointments. Christmas on the ward tree with gold baubles, young…