From Buddhist Zoom groups to (what sounds like) the best Bodega in NY, Elizabeth J. Coleman summons an experiment in radical perception. Following a brush with cancer, she returns in 2026 to inspire with a poetry collection defined by a question on all of our minds
I got a message saying - 'if you can get here in time you can have the ticket'. So there I was legging it through the rain to get to BFI Southbank in Central London in the hopes of seeing... Continue Reading →




