[Ar]rhythmia

Clock

Image by Chris Gilbert

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Twenty-four hour supermarkets. Drugs to dispense with rest. Alarm clocks. One week’s annual leave. Always-on internet. Phones everywhere. The way the volume goes up during the adverts. Never being here.

Wake and sleep cycles. Seasons. Fields cropped one autumn, fallow the next. Sprints, slogs, second winds. Dreams [ . . . ]

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Small is beautiful

Small house

Image by Viktors Kozers

Yesterday’s book recommendation from Sophie Nicholls had me wondering again about the attraction of tiny creative spaces. I’ve had a longstanding fixation with Tumbleweed Tiny Houses, and I regularly bookmark articles about compact work and living spaces, from Eco Pods to miscellaneous apartments, shacks and other small buildings. Yesterday I visited RSS Discovery and found myself envying the ship’s [ . . . ]

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An unexpected red

Red

Image by Billy Alexander

This morning, I took my favourite Monday morning running route: a steady climb out of town, then a looping return along a back road that winds through a fertile agricultural valley.

In places, the road affords a dramatic view of distant mountains to the west, but mostly it contains me within lower, closer contours of the landscape. On [ . . . ]

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Sincerely yours

Image by Kristin Smith

Image by Kristin Smith

I have a confession to make. I can’t read more than a handful of perkily surreal prose poems, or more than a few screenfuls of relentlessly hop-skip-and-jumpy “elliptical” poetry, before I start needing to go for a long walk in the fresh air with my wordless and thoroughly un-ironic dog.

In addition, I seem to have become the [ . . . ]

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The wrong kind of simplicity

Decision

Image by Jan Flaska

For many years, living in the urban flatlands of Cambridge, I harboured a vague dream of “moving to the Highlands” – which was going to happen at some ill-defined-but-post-children point in the future. One day, however, fed up with many aspects of life in that overcrowded region of East Anglia, my husband and I decided that if this was [ . . . ]

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