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Fixing my own boat

I’m sinking. I’ve been sinking for a while, if I’m honest. Probably since before I began this blog, a little over four years ago. Likely since childhood. Life works in ups and downs for us all, with a few peaceful patches, a surprisingly large number of dangerous squalls, and a handful of downright maelstroms. I’ve…

You Asked, We Answered

I thought it might be kind of fun to have an interview with Hasty, to share our poetry journal, and to let you get to know us both a bit better. Our friendship seems to be a little bit legendary amongst those who know us, and it was the basis for the poem of love…

Ten Things of Thankful 166 (Blessings) #10Thankful

Today the Ten Things of Thankful hop is skipping sideways to team up with #1000Speak, and Michelle Grewe (of Crumpets and Bollocks) with her blessings challenge, which has been going all month. It has been a wonderful challenge with suggestions of ways to bless other people, to identify the blessings we enjoy, and to really begin…

Promotion (the verb)

Unfortunately No. I shouldn’t start with an apology – that’s off-putting and you might not stay. Um. It is my pleasure to announce (there, that’s better) that in amongst the supremely wonderous and manifold (have you noticed?) efforts to promote the poetry journal which Hasty made of a poem we wrote together, I got invited…

Ten Things of Thankful 165 (Inspiration) #10Thankful

My dearly beloved BlogWife calls me a ‘dog person’. Not that I like dogs particularly, but that there are behaviours of mine which put me firmly in the category of ‘more like a dog than a cat’ (which is how she classifies people (sometimes)). I seem to remember discussions on this point involving things like…

Come, lie with me in the garden

Come, lie with me in the garden… As the evening pours a gentle, silken breeze across our skins, and the flowers shine jewel-bright in borders, bees buzz, scent spills, oh, come and breathe it in. Hear the swifts shrieking under arching skies, still further up, the clouds cast shapes and shadows in constant flux –…

half-formed thoughts

Is there a danger to weaving words to accompany half-formed thoughts? Is there potential for something to slip through the holes in the net where the edges don’t meet, and the words soldier on regardless, trying to crochet their way valiantly around the nothingness? Everything is something (maybe) but time is money and money is…

Ten Things of Thankful 164 (Small moments)

As I write, having missed a week (and, whatEVER to that – cos sometimes we need a week), I’m in a magical place of in-betweenness. I’m here at my keyboard, on the sofa, snuggled up in floofy cushions in WonderAunty’s office (with her new amazing standy-to-sitty whizzy desk-topper thing, which lets her move around and…

Unlovable, but SHE taught me love

It’s absolutely the most miserable thing in the world to love someone and to think they could never love you back…because you’re unlovable, and you don’t know how to ‘do’ love right. It’s gut-wrenchingly, heart-tearingly awful to know that you hold them precious in your sight, that you cherish and adore them, and would love…

Lost: the write feeling

It’s been so long since I’ve written anything of substance, I think I’ve forgotten how it goes. This isn’t another “I’m staring at a blank screen, with the cursor winking and winking, taunting me with my lack of inspiration…” posts – in truth, I feel rather apprehensive about it, as though the cursor might, at…