fiction is a way of telling the truth by lying. (still writing that novel.)

once upon a time

We go together, you and I. ~A Course in Miracles #ACIM [The Walk to Paradise Garden by W. Eugene Smith (1946)]

fiction is a way of telling the truth by lying. (still writing that novel.)

as promised, here's another story: Biscuits for Preventing Sadness, which originally appeared in Chicago Quarterly Review. it feels good to release it to the wild. just go to ulricahume.com/story-time/ and enter the password "readme"

this moment is the truest gift. do not wait for perfect conditions, for they are embedded in the now. it burns, it thrives, it glows. pick it like a common daisy. you are careening through starfields.

thank you for taking a peek at some of my writing, which until now has been only in print. for next week's story time, would you rather read about a king or a fly?

When I go to an art exhibition and look at the floor. #photography #whowouldn’tnoticethis

"When I was not yet 13 I flew kites from my bedroom window. When I say kites I mean carrier bags that I tied to cotton reels and unspooled into the wind. There were collisions and snags but the line never frayed or snapped. It was a game that I played alone." longbarrowpress.substack.com/p/to-scale

Diary 16.05.2026

A Painting of a Hand, Hastakara Yantra, 19th century Tantric painting from Rajasthan, India

once upon a time

“The moon likes secrets. And secret things. She lets mysteries bleed into her shadows and leaves us to ask whether they originated from otherworlds, or from our own imaginations.” ~ Charles de Lint (b. 1951) #Painting, ‘Nocturne’ by Odilon Redon, 1840–1916.

I’ve been feeling uninspired lately and decided not to force it. I’m sure the butterfly will come back eventually if it wants to.

And it will rain an omen. And it will rain a trance. Tom Robbins

"Your silence will not protect you." Audre Lorde 1934-1992 Professor Philosopher Poet Civil Rights Activist Intersectional Feminist

Beware the Apple Eater

Here’s the Bishop of Iceland dancing with a comedian who used to be Mayor of Reykjavík and is now a member of Parliament.

maybe we can join them?

Carol Ann Duffy

Everich rose hath its þ

"Little reader" created by the artist Majali.

create. create. and pray you never stop... for some long abandoned part of you comes back to life with each drop of velvet ink or blooming brushstroke of light

Fuzzy.

Il signor Antenno fa l’occhiolino

"There's a virtue in slowness, which we have lost" ― Graham Greene, Monsignor Quixote (image: Hasui Kawase)

Bristol Artist’s Book Event is Friday 26th and Saturday 27th June 2026, 11am - 5pm each day. Free event - All welcome An international event showcasing artists’ books to the public. Special guests from Japan bringing bookworks and the Kujibiki Drawing project. www.bookarts.uwe.ac.uk/babe2026/

Late at night. By myself. Can't sleep. Thought of this poem 🖤

A male Rose-breasted Grosbeak launches from his cattail perch.

Today marks Nakba Day, an annual day of remembrance to commemorate the expulsion of more than 700,000 Palestinians between 1947 and 1949 during the creation of the State of Israel and the year that followed.   Inea is a New Yorker and a Nakba survivor. She shared her story with us.

Izis Bidermanas. Man walking with pussycat, Rue Guynemer, Paris, 1950s.

How your email found me.

Ancient Greeks warned that your reflection brought death. Medieval Europeans warned it summoned ghosts. In the 19th century, mirrors went into mass production. Now, we meet with another us 100 times a day.

✍️ Beyond the sun there lies a world where thought is the energy that moves all things. No money. No social classes. And angels— angels with sapphire eyes.

21:56 Crépuscule et Vénus Twilight and Vénus Dämmerung Und die Vénus

Louise, 1928.

"William Faulkner says kill your darlings. I say drag your dead darlings around with you everywhere you go and try to prop them up in everything you write and see how they do as ghosts." - Sabrina Orah Mark

Whatever else is happening in the world, there is always this. At least for now.

Real ale, a blues band, and a perfect sunset. Goddamn.

Neuschnee auf den Gipfeln, am Himmel Alpendohlen

Untitled, 1932 By Sophie Taeuber-Arp Avant Garde artist #Womensart

you may think it cruel... the wind because it erases dear things, but it has shown me great kindness in carrying the ash of my love away from this world's insatiable grief

“One would have confused her with this very abyss…”

this moment is the truest gift. do not wait for perfect conditions, for they are embedded in the now. it burns, it thrives, it glows. pick it like a common daisy. you are careening through starfields.

One eye sees, the other feels. Paul Klee