I like people of few words who only say what is necessary. I like beaches of broken sea shells, with sharp edges and hidden treasures. I like under-ripe bananas. I like unfinished paintings, and lop-sided picture frames, and books that end in the middle of a sentence. I like soft tummies. I like scars that … Continue reading I like
I wonder if one day I will look back on this day. These days. An insignificant Monday sitting on the floor cross-legged. A bowl of vegetables in my lap. Waiting. For the sunset. Or maybe something bigger. Drinking wine from a glass that says Jess on it. As if I would mistake my glass for … Continue reading Thunder perhaps. Or maybe just a sunset.
Everyone is worried about me when I take to the mountain alone. But it is a sanctuary, a private solitude. My legs pumping. The sound of gravel crunching beneath my shoes. The wind in my hair. Salty sweat on my skin. I am fearless. I am powerful. If I ran off the edge of the … Continue reading Mountain medicine
Mountain soul. Ocean heart. Wanderlust. A deep desire to belong. Spirit of adventure. A home-body. Introvert. Lover of humans. Love me. Quietly. Don't get too close. I will turn you into poetry. Both things can be true at once.
Things I wonder while waiting for the nurses to bring me the death notification book
The rain is falling heavy on this metallic warehouse roof. It's 8pm. We have to raise our voices to be heard above the watery clamour. The rain is falling heavy on this metallic warehouse roof. This roof that keeps the rain out and the virus in. Its 11pm. The machines have to beep louder to … Continue reading Night shift
I have a thing for words; an obsession; an infatuation. A logolepsy. Give them to me in any shape or form. Song lyrics, poetry, spoken verse, seven-hundred page novels, simple one-line phrases. I love the spaces between words. The chance to pause and take it in. An escape; an abditory. I love how reading them … Continue reading Writing challenge – Day 14 – Words
Is it just me,or does joy become more elusive as you get older?Like joy is the sunand it becomes eclipsed by clouds.Clouds that are worrySelf-doubtGuiltShameRates and taxesTraumatic experiencesCar maintenanceAn ill loved oneClimate changeA pandemicSo many cloudsmakes it hard to seethe sun.But the sun is always there;shining despite the clouds.Sliding in and out of blue-sky gaps,making … Continue reading Writing challenge – Day six – Joy
"Learn to close softly. The doors of rooms you will not be coming back to." Donald Justice Everything I have ever had to let go of has claw marks on it. I fought. I clung. I held on until my knuckles broke. Until I was destroyed with trying. A boxer after a knockout. On my … Continue reading Lessons in letting go
My grief is on fire todayand so is the mountain.The air is thick.It burns my throat.I inhale. I choke.Sirens wail behind the smoke,rotor blades pierce through the density.The surfaces of my apartment,of my heart,are covered in ash.The remains of Mother Naturefall softly to the groundunperturbed by the chaos surrounding.As if to say,“Continue your destruction,and I … Continue reading Ecological Grief