a handful of poems – some old favourites and some new – that have taken on new meaning these days… Abundance by Amy Schmidt It’s impossible to be lonely when you’re zesting an orange. Scrape the soft rind once and the whole room fills with fruit. Look around: you have more than enough. Always have. […]
+++ Spiderweb From other angles the fibers look fragile, but not from the spider’s, always hauling coarse ropes, hitching lines to the best posts possible. It’s heavy work everyplace, fighting sag, winching up give. It isn’t ever delicate to live. Kay Ryan (2010. via Matthew Ogle’s daily “Pome” email list) +++ i pause to consider […]
you don’t have to read (or like) any of the booker prize winning novels you don’t have to talk about politics. or make any excuses whatsoever for not talking about politics you don’t have to give a reason for saying no you get to decide what’s important for you. give yourself permission to do that […]
+++ 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.