the weekend that was
Homemade chicken & portobello mushroom pizzas drizzled with truffle oil on friday night + A weekend of people’ing that began
the weekend that was
surprisingly devoid of much in the way of digital imagery, though moments of the weekend are still firmly etched in
picnic
i’ve cycled the long way home today
past a river of canada geese and
cormorants drying their wings in
nothing much happened (12)
(observational notes of exquisitely ordinary moments)
something from the archives
found whilst browsing through old polaroid scans this morning… a
morning poem
bitten by white light & caffeine,
rain,
enjoyed with the intensity of
a blank day.
swollen and flooding with possibility
poems for a pandemic
a handful of poems – some old favourites and some new – that have taken on new meaning these days…
Abundance
by
sky pieces
sky piece (i)
the blue hour with a pink clouds chaser
sky piece (ii)
this scarf i’m wearing reminds
yes
+++
there are mornings for saying yes.
yes to getting out of bed early –
even though it’s chilly out
and
11 . 18
one alone remained.
all supernatural bewilderment
heavy enough for any dream.
+++
Every morning for the past few days I’ve
tyranny
Tyranny
by Ishbel Veitch
Oh, the thrust of Words, and their violent importunity –
When the night is deep
They pry
