Author: Gareth


  • The Nearest Mammal With Hands

    The Window and The Coal Tit The Sound of Something Losing It happened the way these things always do, with a dull, stupid thud that is not dramatic enough for what it means. Not a crash. Not a smash. Just the sound of something very small losing an argument with something very clean. I put…

  • Quietly, They Disappear

    Let Nature Be Heard If nature had a voice, it would carry hope and grief in the same breath, weariness earned over millennia, and an ancient calm sharpened by quiet fury. It would tell tales of happiness, joy, and sorrow, of flourishing worlds and careless erasures, of warnings offered gently at first and consequences delivered…