Stack the firewood Kindling Paper Woosh Combustion is a warm red glow In a dark space With uneven outlines Each morning Igniting my heart Inducing the sweat Cedar lined womb Returning to the primordial realm Softening Beginning again And the words drift away behind me When I close the door And take my seat Becoming […]
The cloud was like a dragon It terrified me I flipped it into a flower And now I am free Thoughts come and go We don’t have to construe We can let them be clouds And allow them to move Freely
The small ant struggles beneath the carcasses of crumb it carries I can barely see it’s tiny legs beneath Relentlessly it marches The crumb sways I hold my breath in sympathy And I feel like that is Christmas this year All the plans Preparations The heavy burden it turns into “Drop it, it’s not worth […]
When Imagination Wakes Me
At 3 a.m., it’s not cortisol but imagination in disguise—whispering through undone tasks and shadowy corners. I rise, make coffee, and write. The mind settles when given ink and quiet.
White is the colour that trails fast things Jets Speed boats. Wings of a bird leave no tell tale signs they lift and fly almost silently. Usually I move fast too long strides hustling feet my mind already ten metres in front of me at least. But something happened to my ankle this week And […]
Thoughts are things They have weight Texture Sound Colour Outlines Tiny pieces of art This apple That tree An autumn leaf Spiralling down Down Down To the ground At least they do for me So vivid and clear And I wonder if that is half the power in their ability to distract Make me believe […]
Happiness is a dog I feed Clicking my fingers saying “Come on“ “Come here“ In the evening breeze I stroke its soft fur And peace ripples through me Anxiety is a monster that I feed I twine my fingers restlessly “Come here“ “Come here“ I add to it with dire thoughts and panic particles arise […]
One day to the next Weather changing Sometimes varying enormously Emotions Veering from bright To gloomy A flurry of worry setting in One day to the next Can feel like travelling a lifetime away Only to return To a different array of feelings thoughts No two moments are the same And neither am I We […]
Worry is a kind of prayer Or so I’ve come to realise I thought it was a lack of faith And perhaps it is, if it’s not directed anywhere My worry has always been directed to God And I believe it has always found its mark Because there is very little that I have worried […]
I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, because I’ve been worrying about different family members on loop. Why do we worry about those that we love? Is it love? Or is it because we fear that if something happens to them, it will hurt us? Is worry about those we love then at least […]
