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…
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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,…
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…
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…
Poem: Spring
This is one of the few poems I wrote pre-2020 and one of the even fewer that I feel still holds up after I’ve gotten more into reading and writing poetry over the past year. So, before it’s too late to post a seasonal poem (we had summer here for a few days just now),…
Poem: The pleasure of being witnessed
Nothing exists in a vacuum. Not heaven nor hell (if indeed such things exist at all). Nor you nor I. I do not dance for your approval. I do not write for your judgement. I do not create for validation. It is for the pleasure of being witnessed. I was here. I was part of this….
Poem: I go to the sea
Where do you go, when you lose someone, You ask I go to the sea I whisper her name into the waves, and let the sea carry my love, the memories of things that never had a chance to happen, and the way she crinkled her eyes when she laughed, to distant shores so she…
Poem: A little bit more
A little bit more of you is like toast with butter and honey, A little bit more of you is like dappled sunlight through spring-green leaves, A little bit more of you is like the tang of salt and seaweed on the sea breeze, A little bit more of you is like freshly roasted coffee…
Poem: Hardcore self-love
I stand in front of the full length mirror, naked. I breathe in, deeply – the breath I’ve not allowed myself all day. I caress the swell of my belly, the rough cellulite on my butt and thighs, my hairy arms and legs. I trace each scar – seen and unseen, each memory. And I…
Too much time, and too little. 