We sit in a small circle, holding open a space for each other, creating a deep well for it all to be poured into. We listen and talk and talk and listen and walk out into the world again…Read More
What do you have for us Nottingham? What are you holding and who do you tell? I know it’s none of my business - you don’t know me - but, are you grieving?Read More
The clock slows and we wait, looking away from one another. Two minutes pass. We breathe. We look into one another’s eyes, suddenly pricked with these unexpected tears, and we talk.Read More
Middlesbrough the tough; the town of slick toil and sometime steel, reeling from the was and the gone and the no longer, and all swollen with its loss.Read More
Let me be sad. Let me be angry. Let me be quiet. Let me shout. Let me play. Let me learn. We need to let children grieve.Read More
Preston. Lancashire. The River Ribble. Post-industrial city, we’re staying in an apartment on the dock. Sailing boats, the university, the market hall. A Caribbean takeaway, a Brazilian café, a fish and chip shop. We’ve taken over an empty unit in St George’s Shopping Centre. Costa Coffee, M&S, H&M, Holland & Barrett and us.Read More
It’s like this: I had this person in my life, they are/were/ARE part of who I am and now I can’t see/talk/touch them and I miss them, and I feel broken.
I know, that’s really hard to hear and you can’t fix it. I’m not asking you to be superhuman. All I need is the human you to enter my world and try to understand my new reality. I’m in shock/angry/lonely/lost/…/…Read More