My first novel, Shineland, is finished. Please follow @intoshineland for updates...
Molly Soames isn’t like anyone else. She’s carrying the Wakening, a remarkable power that helps her understand animals. When Mortimer Wyse starts stealing pupils from the eyeballs of the people she loves, Molly must go on a perilous journey into the world inside the pupil, Shineland, to seek everything she’s lost. If she’s going to survive, Molly must learn to truly trust her gift.
She is the seed-knowledge in the ravines
Under concrete, soft-headed sleeper
Dreams beneath gum patina and feet tramp
Ignored static bleeds angry stamp
Seeps through seams
Where a shadow forest creeps
Under the glum fabric of man
All her whispers are leaf brush
The delicate fan of night branches
Her speech is the soft dirge of mush
Preaching forgotten implores
This army of lurking shades
Phantoms in paving slabs
Viridian certainty, poised potential
Chasms in her skin boil with life
Ruts in the valleys,
Thunder-claps on the peak
Bats in the grammar, sly as the adders
Wound about her roots
Each a tendril, tender seeks
There is no turning the head
Unfound, the eyeless thief
Cracks every question of your heart
And answers them, piece by busted piece
Wildfjords is Iceland's longest and most majestic hiking trail. Together with an old friend, Henry Fletcher, we will be running our first trail in July 2014. To learn more about the trail and how to attend, please check out: www.wildfjords.com
Wildonomics is ten social experiments to connect with nature. By examining the basic patterns of our existence and exploring alternatives, Wildonomics proposes a revised way of being in the world. Wildonomics is a book and online project launching in 2014. For more information and ongoing essays surrounding the topic, please visit www.wildonomics.com
Please check this site and the above URLs for regular project updates during 2014. It feels awesome to be working on a broad spectrum of projects with a firm ecological imperative.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, so I've lucked into some random med rivermouth sessions with the guys from Acid surf mag in Barcelona.
Time to question the seed ghosts
Sleeping hosts subsurface
Eidolon dreams of a greening
Phantoms of the cracks
Viridian throng, verdant urgency
Their public transport
Moth wings, magpie backs, hare feet
On train tracks, window ledges, under tunnels
Where do we belong?
Abandoned nests and clefts and
Clockwise omens of the still moon’s silent wax
Felt in Eukaryote urges
Blind blanket longings to burst
And stretch siege ladders
To interrupt concrete creep
Our mortal foundations disturb
Tendrils grasping, seeking southern purchase
Pending, imminent growth in the offing
Anything to cradle roots
Rear old heads
Moor the marooned mass of longing
Hundreds of drowned earthworms, some of them huge, at Walberswick.
Hundreds of misplaced seal pups around Horsey, which could affect the breeding population for decades.
The cliff eaten at Covehithe, right back to the planted crops, the water flowing into Benacre broad.
Good to stop by Fluid Juice to pick up a CMBL board, and catch up with Adrian and Toby before they head for Hawaii.