Mothering

Mothering after James Hearst It is Mother’s Day and I will mother. Growing from me through the ribbon of nutrient rich blood, the transient organ I grew for you. Irises like depression glass under fully formed lids, eye daughter fearless child, climbing, babbling growing good.   For necessity is the mother of invention, and juniper…

98 Wounds Photo Series Part 4

For the last week of Femmuary we have selected some excellent international female artists who we have been lucky to see and photograph in London. 22 Hinds A young Spanish band who I first saw when they toured here as Deers in 2014, just before they changed their name. Their recent album has received a…

Go Home and Do Your Washing 1890

GO HOME AND DO YOUR WASHING 1890 We lay on the bed laughing, remembering how we had held our corner: warriors, our sandwich boards breastplates, the taunts mere gnats. You deepened your voice, mimicked the man who had shouted from the chemist’s door. As if he knew anything about washing and bluing. He with a…

98 Wounds Photo Series Part 3

15. Mystified Mystified are Jess, Alizon and Ben. I knew I was going to love Mystified before I even saw them- a remark from an amazed audience member who couldn’t believe that, “a woman can play such great riffs,” meant I was sold. (For both the riffs, and blowing this poor lads mind). Jess is…

Iridescent Love

Iridescence and splendid blessings I’m Unimpressed by your love Touch me, taste me, no embrace can replace me But I’ve been Repressed by your love, I’ve been Repressed by your love Repressed by your love It seemed that I wanted to stay but the pace of your brace stole the breath and the beat from…