And she looked around, took in a huge breath of clean air and jumped. The mountain was high and her board left a wave of snow behind her. Her mind was silent, her body moving so effortlessly down the slopes... is this what heaven feels like...?
And then she wailed. The birds, who had previously been singing their eve song, closed their beaks. Even they knew this was no longer the time. The air stilled and a respectful, unsure tension overcame the earth. A wail that was so powerful it stilled every nation could surely only come from an unbearable, unspeakable… Continue reading Day 10
The vicar of 'my church' has gone onto Vimeo to provide worship to the community during these times of uncertainty. https://vimeo.com/401697218 This is what I needed. My faith is one that is not often very strong, however, the happy memories I have of church and worship brings a comforting warmth. What else could possibly be… Continue reading Worship
Bestie 1: (2009) Standing in doorways was the hardest thing I could ever do at one time. All of our gatherings were either at my house with the doors closed or me on one side and you on the other. You went off to college and I stayed standing in the same place, never moving, never… Continue reading I Been Standing In The Same Place For Eighteen Years
It is 8am, I am so tired. The neighbours have kept me awake until the early hours and they pay no consideration to me having made plans. It is 9am, I need to get ready. The weather here has been cold and dreary and I have no idea what to wear, only that it needs… Continue reading Sunday
It was not planned, it was not something I had thought I was going to do today. Sitting by the grave, looking at their names carved into the headstone, I talk... "I need some sort of divine intervention. I don't know what to do. Do I move to the City and work to improve my… Continue reading Divine Intervention
I had a jar of hopes - a literal jar that I would fill with small pieces of paper with my hopes written down. Today, the wind sent the jar flying and it smashed. All my hopes that I have not read since I wrote them down, scattered all over the floor. I have debated… Continue reading Hope
Malika Booker, Sharon Olds and Warsan Shire (2011). Modern Poets 3: Your Family, Your Body. Great Britain: Clays ltd, St Ives plc. Marika Booker Exodus She does not talk about that time. She has buried it deep in the earth where you bury shit. Buried it with no wake, no funeral, no coffin, no fanfare, buried it… Continue reading Your Family, Your Body
Luis De Camoens, William Wordsworth, John Keats, Thomas Lovell Beddoes, Gerard Manley Hopkins, Robert Frost and Philippe Jaccottet. The Sea! The Sea! An Anthology of Poems. (2005). Edited by Peter Jay. London: Anvil Press Poetry. In association with the National Maritime Museum. Luis De Camoens On a Shipmate, Pero Moniz, Dying at Sea. My years on ear were short, but long for… Continue reading The Sea! The Sea!
There is a reason I came out here. A reason, why now. This day, this time. A memory of you. A physical reminder. This gentleman wearing a cap. The people we meet are for a reason. The air noticeably cools now I am sitting here alone. It was hot a few moments ago, The sun's… Continue reading