Video link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=10cY_5XT3oI Divinity is here today I breathe it in And exhale everything that came before Sweat running down my body like rain Forgiving me Hands like sunflowers Bowing their heads in worship Ancient earthen roots soften Seeking wisdom from the soil Soaking it up like nurture The moon-sick tide ebbs and flows through…
Poem: Theology for beginners
Video link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XonKAjDWmIE Lie down in a meadow at night and watch the pinpoints of light dance across the skies Read the first and the last line of your favourite work of fiction… Connect the dots Observe the autumn leaves dressing up in all their finery, to swirl into oblivion Swim naked in the sea,…
Upcoming: Poetry reading, 2nd of July
Drum roll, please! I have quite spontaneously decided to take the plunge and do a poetry reading. And my rather fabulous mother, Fanny Parow Knill, will be accompanying me on the harp. Featured work will be some of the poetry I have posted here previously, plus some brand new stuff. In July we will be…
Poem: A Change in the Weather
I like rain, I tell myself. I would rather bundle up against the cold than face the slick sheen of sweat and sunscreen that feels heavy on my face and distorts my vision, – an inevitable consequence of summer. And all of this is true. But, as the heat rolls in, with its pungent floral…
Sarah& the hay fever
Sort of a natural add-on to the end of my previous comic Sarah& the grapefruit; what it feels like to have allergies at the moment… 😉
Sarah& the grapefruit
I have finally taken up comics again after a way too long hiatus. It wasn’t that I ran out of ideas – on the contrary, I have pages full still – but that I had some other things to focus on for a while (like finishing my book). And the longer I stayed away from…
Poem: Home
It wasn’t the soaring mountain peaks perpetually capped with snowNor the green and purple lights speeding across the night sky It was not the round pebbles and jagged rocks under my bare feetThe shrieks and joyful splashes of water, the gathering storm Not the smell of rotting leaves and mushrooms, with the frost slowly descendingNor…
Poem: Calamity
CalamityIs not the big thingsThose you live your life forDreading It’s the invisible, unexpected, unmentionableOut of the corner of your eyeIn the beat of silence between one song and the next CalamityIs not there in your neatly planned paperwork It roams the streets at nightSlipping through the unguarded cracksAnd fills your house like gasWaiting to…
WFTH Jan/Feb: Speed of light
Write from the heart has now become a quarterly competition rather than a (bi) monthly one, which is understandable given the amount of time it must take to organise, let alone read and rate all entries, on top of actually having to do work which pays the bills. The good news is that you therefore…
Too much time, and too little. 