As a heatwave continues to scorch the UK Lorna Smithers poses questions about water use, the sources of our water and who controls them.
For the Summer Solstice: reflections on the contraries of Summer and Winter, climate change and uncertainty from Lorna Smithers.
A meditation on breathing as participation in a vast realm of beings who are imperilled by the smoke of the Anthropocene.
Lorna Smithers follows her garbage from her bins to its destinations and uncovers how polluting chemical industries are profiting from the alchemy of waste.
An awenydd's perspective on our exploitation of the chaotic spirits of gas and its consequences (from Lorna Smithers).
A copy writer questions his role in the system after seeing the head of Brân the Blessed mouthing silent words at him over Tower Hill. (From Lorna Smithers)
"A giant does not find it easy to die. We are too big" (From Lorna Smithers)
From Lorna Smithers: a glosa based on lines from Friedrich Nietzsche written in the voices of the monsters of Annwn.
From Lorna Smithers: an essay on 'the mysterious ritual frenzy' of the scream over Annwfn and its modern manifestations.