yes

+++ 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 […]

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open road

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 […]

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conversation

+++ put on some lip gloss and go to that dinner; don’t hesitate – breeze right past sowhatdoyoudo and into tellmewhatyoulove in between the canapés and the main course, after refilling the glasses, take a moment and really listen to what they’re saying in between all the words ignore the wax that’s dripping on the […]

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tuesday morning knitting club

+++ tuesday morning knitting club i drop the car off for a wof and wander in for coffee and a quiet read. between taking and making my order, the smiling barista gives instructions on the art of the sock. (i take a peek at what the barista is wearing and those socks of hers DO appear to be hand-made.) beside the knitter, […]

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may 17

an old poem/letter found whilst unpacking (written on may 17, year unknown) on my desk is a small stress ball, and my left hand kneads at it while i look out at the 45 degree rain and frantic movements of window wipers. i am thinking of your declaration of friendship and both the pain and […]

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introductions (a poem)

this part is heavy, melancholy. this part feels frail, like grandma’s hands. this part was mended, crooked stitching. this part stays stoppered, bottled up. this part is starving, spirit hunger. this part is lonely, suffering. this part stays present, always open. this part is love in all its forms. this part is wildness, fire & […]

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dandelion seed head. copyright leonie wise

a billion suns

a billion suns this body was once a thousand miles old a hundred feathers wide an infinite teardrop deep. one part of it was light one part of it was hunger one part of it was open one part was lost to wild abandon. this body is now empty. this body is overflowing. this body […]

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