It was in the late 2000s that my son bought an old abandoned house in rural Ukraine, some 150 km from Kyiv. Unfortunately, we could not afford to buy something closer to the city; and we were seeking something “wild”. Continue reading Abandoned and beautiful: A sketch of pre-war visits to an old rural house in Ukraine
Let me recount this short tale—a thin slice from my recent life—exactly as it happened. On a warm afternoon earlier this month, outside an old inn that overlooks an east-coast estuary and that was once owned by a prolific persecutor of witches, I met a recent immigrant to the British Isles. Continue reading A knowledge for thirst: Water, empathy, and kinship
Once you cut yourself off from media and start living as a recluse interesting things happen. Continue reading Four weeks of solitude
Earth Tongues 