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About C.J. Birch

I was born on Thursday 13th July 1972 in Harare, Zimbabwe, to an English father and a South African mother. I was christened Catherine Jane Birch and - from the outset - I've been inquisitive about most of life's elemental questions; its myriad paradoxes and unpredictable anomalies, their sources, solutions and their propensity for unmitigated change. From a very young age I was captured by the enigmatic life process, the challenge of living and what it 'means' to be alive. I spent countless invaluable hours in nature, watching the world at its work. I had a fascination for everything around me, curious about what things were, how and why they worked, what they represented in relation to one another. I began writing at the age of 5. Journals, stories and poetry, illustrations, have been a constantly evolving source of quiet self-reflection, expansive expression throughout my life. I'm fortunate to have travelled many miles, to have visited a variety of differing destinations and though I've learned a lot about life in the last 50 years, my questions about its complexities are neverending. I currently live in the south-east of England, having returned to the United Kingdom after a particularly harrowing period of 7 allegedly 'invisible' or 'non-existent' years of absolute hell in Kwazulu Natal, South Africa. I've decided to erase those memories, altogether. My 15-year-old son lives in Switzerland, with his father.

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16 Dec 2025 · 22:30

The Conversation

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15 Dec 2025 · 22:51

The Limits of A.I.

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Ütopical “ü/top/ya”

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06 Oct 2025 · 19:32

donkey haïku

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06 Oct 2025 · 19:25

It’s called: ‘Tomorrow’ CANCELLED

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10 Sep 2025 · 22:12

Count that “@bacus” OUT

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04 Sep 2025 · 20:39

love = LI/VE = Oh!

Love chooses its own definition, of which – officially – there isn’t one.

That’s why it’s twice. Or thrice.

The ‘numbers’ matter not.

ASK LOVE TO SUM ITSELF UP.

It’s equality should blow every calculation to shit. So, it should.

Happy Christmas.

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The Eye of the Beholder:

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24 Feb 2025 · 21:07

NATURE vs nurture

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22 Feb 2025 · 22:13