Without Rose there would be no book.
Without Rose I wouldn’t have dug deep and found the place my writing comes from.
She is unique.
She is a wonderful friend, an editor with the lightest of touch that always makes my writing better, and this is her gorgeous Substack where you can find both her tender and subversive words on the page, and sometimes enjoy her reading her work to camera.
Kate is Kate: a class act in being herself.
She makes poetry with her camera, catching the luminous in the ordinary landscape of people, places and things. She’s a WhatsApp voice-note buddy, celebrating the technology portal that makes it possible to have exhilarating conversations in a time/space dimension that doesn’t exist in binary or linear.
My book had a party in August 2025.
It was a celebration rather than a launch… launching is rocking and rolling outward like the ripples in a pond.
This was a party.
A party that asked me for music.
Sean, and Mike, his longterm music buddy on double bass, brought the music.
The party loved the music.
The music loved the party.
