Reflection | Out of the Mouths of Babes
I am neither a scientist nor a mathematician, preferring to understand the Cosmos through poetry. Einstein and Stephen Hawking baffle…
life
Idea | Death of the joke, rise of the factoid
See: my uncle was once a contestant on Mastermind. Early eighties, height of The Troubles, and, believe it or believe…
Insight | A writer’s take on coping with depression
“Something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terrors, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it…
Essay | The healing sound: music and the power of the word
“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.” Maya…
Poem | Parting Company
I remember the last time we made love Feeling nothing – your body impertinently brash. Dressing in darkness, planning our…