Sproing 5

Spirals

I wrote this because I needed to… but I wasn’t sure about posting it. Thanks to a really good friend, however, I’ve decided to put it up… To those of you who are spiralling right now… I get it. I get the suckiness. I get the way it crowds in… and I get that you

Sproing 4

Skywoman calls

Started reading  Braiding Sweetgrass  (indigenous wisdom, scientific knowledge and the teachings of plants) by Robin Wall Kimmerer, and discovered the story of the Skywoman…  …just as I am about to come apart in the rain… Floating or falling, I ache for you now, drilling the chill between my ribs and fishing the fear between raindrops.

One little stone full of waterfall

The river of stars is far too vast… far too wide… Who could expect this rippling rain  to fall out of shape for such as you? And your life is so short… your life is so short… Short enough, in fact, for people to remind you of it a billion times a day – and

Goodbye is a song sad people make out of snowflakes

Turn me like a wing, tilting in a patchwork sky… like a high bird banking, under the fibres, and over the stitch… and the thread in my heart that always  breaks.   Turn me like a lonely wheel  on a lonely road with so many places left to go and so many feelings still left to

Sproing 3

Edge of the woods

It’s just a massive thing – a massive, crushing rolling thing,rolling over all our everythings. It’s a tragic thing – a sadly, madly tragic thing,reading us miserable,face by broken little face. But here in the hole where the smiles used to be, it’s always the hope that excites me to write. The tiniest hope in

Sproing 2

gifted

Thanksfor the fluffy positivity rainbow… but today,not having someone stab me in the facewith their eyes would be enough.