sky piece (i) the blue hour with a pink clouds chaser sky piece (ii) this scarf i’m wearing reminds me of you, laughing under your wedding day sky sky piece (iii) find a spot that is comfortable to sit in for at least five minutes. sit there. look up +++ inspired by the writings of […]
+++ there are mornings for saying yes. yes to getting out of bed early – even though it’s chilly out and warm under the covers. yes to filling a thermos with hot coffee, putting a packet of ginger biscuits in my bag, and stuffing my pockets with spare camera batteries and a head torch. yes […]
one alone remained. all supernatural bewilderment heavy enough for any dream. +++ Every morning for the past few days I’ve been making weird blackout poems. I’m doing this in one of the secondhand books I bought on the weekend. This is one from a couple of days ago.
Tyranny by Ishbel Veitch Oh, the thrust of Words, and their violent importunity – When the night is deep They pry their glow-worm lights under my eyelids And will not let me sleep. Oh, try and be gentle, Words, and do not torment me As you come in hordes, Using against the brain that seeks […]
this isn’t the one where you get to try things out before you do it for real. this isn’t the one where you deprive yourself because ‘you don’t deserve it’. it’s an open road, and it’s all yours. this is your home your heaven your haven. let it exhaust you elate you confound you, surprise […]