I used to have these elaborate theories that maybe there was something about the movement of the body and the water that magically sparked a deeper consciousness. But I’ve really come to realize the obvious thing, which is that these are simply the most unburdened spaces in my life, the moments in which I have the greatest uninterrupted intimacy... See more

There is a river through the city no one photographs, a river no one cares about. It is a strip of water too honest for postcards. I take it as my teacher. The river is a champion of mixed metaphors: the glitter of oil, a shopping cart tenderly rusting into coral, a heron like a thought that decided to happen later. I walk beside it until the day’s... See more

The pleasure involved in the swim is a necessary part of the ritual, which serves to energise both the swimmer and (it is hoped) the correspondents in the projects, and the readers of/audience for the poems, to provide them with the renewed vigour required to live with environmental degradation without losing faith in the possibilities of agency.... See more