classroom

classroom

Numb, Rowing, Poems, Sketching, Wooden Tops, Classroom, School Shoes, Desks, Shelves

classroom

classroom

Numb, Rowing, Poems, Sketching, Wooden Tops, Classroom, School Shoes, Desks, Shelves

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i want to taste the change wind

rain dance

rain dance

there is electric in the air i taste it on my tongue wet my finger to test the wind breathless - i wait run cool hands across the sky calling under my feet mycelium are threading towards the light hearing beyond the horizon waiting for the storm.

almost time to plant the seeds

almost time to plant the seeds

Cauliflowers, Poems, Sketching, Walks, Plants, Felt, Reading, Hiking, Feltro

earthbound

earthbound

it was raven who stirred the sky this morning arcing dark wings in a far away sky as i walked up the hill tasting the road with my feet.

so we put her back on the bus for the second term of her second year.

so we put her back on the bus for the second term of her second year.

Morning Light, The Bus, Poems, Sketches, Buses, For The, We, Sketch, Busses

drinking the sky

drinking the sky

i nearly forgot up there on the hill wind blustered and sun drunk on mist breath and endless ocean, nearly forgot my solidity of bone and lack of wing. nearly remembered flight.

first utterance

first utterance

Poems, Sketching, Mornings, Spaces, Lighting, Moon, The Moon, Light Fittings, Moon Moon

in response to “tips to look after your husband.”  home economics text book 1950 something.

in response to “tips to look after your husband.” home economics text book 1950 something.

in response to “tips to look after your husband.” home economics text book 1950 something.

enough

enough

Geraniums, Poems, Sketching, Purple, Blue, Leaves, Drinks, Telephone, Water

constellation

constellation

Small Towns, Constellations, Poems, Sketching, Crosses, Felt, Night, Lighting, Blue

resilience  where did hope live all these years, quiet as moth wings needing nothing more than the existence of your flame. it is a quickening pulse that unfolds soft wings readies them for flight calls me onwards through the night.

resilience

resilience where did hope live all these years, quiet as moth wings needing nothing more than the existence of your flame. it is a quickening pulse that unfolds soft wings readies them for flight calls me onwards through the night.

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