Marc SmithFractured Hearts and Sheep SkullsI’m trying to recall the last time I was in Malham. It was probably when I walked here from Skipton, along the canal towpath, to a village…Nov 1, 2023Nov 1, 2023
Marc SmithHow Can I Write About My Trauma?I have a story I want to tell. But I can’t tell it. It’s not because I’m sworn to silence or risk imprisonment for divulging state secrets…Oct 31, 2023Oct 31, 2023
Marc SmithA Good Enough FatherI’ve been a single parent since 2005. This is a simple fact. There are many of us raising kids without the help of a partner, yet single…Apr 26, 2020Apr 26, 2020
Marc SmithThe lost guitar shopWe have found ourselves amongst the bustle and clamour of the Albert Cuyp market. I can smell flowers and coffee, leather, and incense. A…Oct 22, 2023Oct 22, 2023