Suppose There’s a way To find meaning Even as the world ends Suppose We let the sun warm Our tired faces Even as our carefully constructed world Falls apart around us Look up The sky is clear No longer scarred by our comings and goings Suppose We can find a new way of living Despite [...]
She looked at me with earnest, curious eyes. "Where did you get them, Grandmother?" "Oh, they came from all over. From different times and places, different moments and feelings. I carved them from tears and laughter, joy and worry, time and remembering. Each is as precious to me as the last because they show I [...]
There is a curse. The say: "May you live in interesting times."Interesting Times, Terry Pratchett The title may be a bit melodramatic but, lately, it really has felt like it might be true. It's not, of course. This is not the end of the world. A more accurate title may be 'Thoughts on the end [...]
i'm pretty sureyou have s t a r d u s t runningthroughthose v e i n s- women are some kind of magicAmanda Lovelace There's something about women. Something that keeps us fighting when the battle seems lost, hoping when there seems no room for hope, banding together when the world would tear us [...]
”You can betray someone with a word or an action. You can betray them with silence or inaction too. And in betraying that one person, you can betray a whole world.” Exodus, Julie Bertagna I can’t remember the first time I read this book. It was a long time ago though. I do remember being [...]
Your fairy tales have it all wrong. I am the Master of the Spindle and I spin not from straw but from magic. My silks are not of gold but of stardust. I spin nets to catch dreams from the night and jewels from the morning air. I spin swathes of silken lace fine enough [...]
A few years ago, I fell in love with The Lost Words - a stunning collection of poetry and illustrations by Rob Macfarlane and Jackie Morris celebrating the wonders of nature and preserving the words that are becoming increasingly absent from our common vernacular. With that book, I taught a class of eleven year olds what bluebells are, [...]
Dawn mist creeps up the valley, diffusing the gentle warmth of early day across the ochre earth. The Adhan dances from mountain to mountain, carrying softly, coaxingly through the still, sleepy air. I am a stranger in this land but it calls me still. A tender hand on my brow, my shoulder, welcoming me home. [...]
I was fortunate to connect with Chris over on Twitter, somewhere in the depths of an #indieauthor thread. The premise behind his debut poetry collection, I'm Not Too Bad, Thanks, intrigued me: Chris reflects that "When someone asks how you are, whether you are on top of the world or feeling low, what’s the standard [...]
my heart-song carriesa tune of soaring joya searing melody thatcaresseswith tingling fingertipsalong the nape of my neckcalling my soul outinto the world this loveis notwhat they told me you are not my other halfor my betteryou do not complete meor make me wholeyou are not what I was looking foryou are the mirror that helped [...]
