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  • Mulch

    I’ve given up so much to be hereI wonder what’s growing In the space I’ve madeThe decision To let myself changeMy mind, again, and again, and again Watch me return the maple syrup to the storeI just bought it, was caught in the moment Asking for it’s location and going to the till,It was £8.40…

  • The matter of spelling mistakes

    Upon review of my first post, I noted some spelling mistakes (along with some people who I had let know of this rambling record). I have always struggled with spelling. I can see myself now from a birdseye view sitting outside my Year 2 classroom, panicking politely with the commencement of that week’s spelling test.…

  • Beacon

    I stand hereThe dog-eared rockJuts out infrontWho is walking, who?Who is sailing, along?Who am I, here?To save, but the wordsFrom the mouth, o’ the RiverThat have not yet reached “Yet”, said the SeaSpeaking simply “You’re still, standing here” I stay, trying to moveTo run, to returnTo a fixed point, that keeps streching outI am a…

  • Solastalgia

    I am scared to turn my back on you But I know I need the rest, Will you be this pink and new and mine tomorrow? I’m a tree, growing out of an edge With only myself to hold on To the soil who has already left The shoreline strokes forgiveness Of the land it…

  • Say hello and wave goodbye…

    Is the outro of David Grays album White Ladder, released on 27th November 1998. I was born 6 days later and the album rung out through my childhood, and summers spent on the South West coast. I decided to return to Devon and take it for all it’s seasons in January of this year. A…

  • Monoliths

    We are all monoliths And our minds are made up Of so many different stonesAlongside our own In the pastSome have demanded glass display cases I care less nowadays For those in glass display cases, cannot catch stones Belonging Is a big question Confusion searches the shorelineWith chapped hands For an honest opinionThe running water…

  • You know your great, right?

    You know you’re great right?When I was born the nurse counted all of my toesYou know you’re great right? Then she counted all of my fingersYou know your great right?To steady my mothers breathingYou know your great right? She could not believe it You know you’re great right?25 years in this body, still counting and…

  • My niece likes fossils

    Eloise is my cousins daughterBut to me she’s a nieceShe likes fossilsI like her for many reasonsThere are some people, she doesn’t like to speak toShe sits in the livingRoom in the roundCircle of rocksHer rocks Make senseTo her Monoliths perturb some peopleIs an explanation always necessary?Sometimes it’s just easier to break bread with stonesBut…