“You know something? Noah says. When a star dies, the dust and gases condense to form a nebula. Which is truly one of the most beautiful things you’ll ever see. But nebulae get even more interesting, because they can also signify regions where bright, new stars are formed. Stellar nurseries, they call them. Stardust then,Continue reading “The end is where we start from …”
Jade ocean and granite mountain. I am still. Known and knowing, heart achingly quiet. I should stay right here on these rocks, face turned, palms open. I should let things be. But I carry the madness of my mothers, a garnet red river in my veins. When calm descends, I can’t help but twist towardContinue reading “Very well”
I’ve been here. Shoulders squared, bag slung. Do you know how many times I’ve walked away. Often, when I wanted to stay. I left you, once. When I wanted to stay. I’ll leave anyone or anything, don’t you know? It won’t ever be that I love you more. Than Sunday mornings and 4pms. Than sinking in and settling down. TheContinue reading “When I wanted to stay”
Week-old red wine. Just one more sip from the glass. I’ve been saturated for days. Imbued thoroughly. Isn’t that a way to put it. I’m soaked right through. I can’t shake you off or swim clear. There is work to be done, I know. But I like the sinking. The aftermath, then, is always this. My tendency toContinue reading “Aftermath”
Dear -, The thing is, I don’t exactly know who I’m writing to here. That dash, it represents the cliff my thoughts sit at the edge of, the screeching halt of my words. The fear, perhaps, that if I let my words topple over today, friendships, peace, will be ruined in the fall. My reputationContinue reading “Dear –”
She’s someone. Your sister, mother, daughter, yes. But more than that – she’s someone. She has a line deep in her bones that takes us back. And she doesn’t belong to you, or with … she’s someone. You can carve her up, invade her – she’s someone. You can lift your virgins and trample your whores. She’sContinue reading “She’s Someone (let me remind)”
It is not so remarkable. To be two in seven billion. To find each other in the throng. It is not so remarkable to navigate the wide oceans and narrow fences between us, to swim and scramble, and to arrive at each other at last … I’ve been here before. Recognising that happening under theContinue reading “A ritual for letting go”
I shouldn’t think of you still. The science says 6 months to two years. And yet. The thought of whisky and ice, and your- … add one more night to the leaning.
I suppose it’s a bit like locking the door – then twisting the handle three or six times, just to check it’s binding. You know what you’ve done, but that doesn’t mean you feel it. You need something beyond the knowing of it. Something to click in the deepest part. The ancient part. I knew all along you were wrongContinue reading “Sentient”
I’ll know, she says, when he says – come here. The space he’ll make in the crook of his arm. The trick, she adds, is to accept the invitation. With time, the most foreign place can feel like home.