When the wind lashes at the trees it sounds like rain. Close your eyes and there’s a whole storm out there. That’s what it’s like inside my mind. The reality is just a bit of wind blowing the trees, but my mind convinces me that it’s an horrendous storm that I can’t weather. Opening the… Continue reading Weathering the storm
Tag: poetic
Our 8th anniversary as a partnership
I have a weird relationship with anniversaries. Logically, I see that they are a means of simply celebrating our partners (when we should do that regardless of the date). But there’s also the sentimental part of me who loves meaning and connection and stories. Anniversaries are stories. We officially became a couple in the most… Continue reading Our 8th anniversary as a partnership
‘I Think, Perhaps’ (a short story)
By S. R. Crawford Attending your own funeral is not only allowed but encouraged. Best to accept one’s death in witnessing those who have come to mourn you. Of course, you mourn yourself, too. All the things you weren’t. All the things you’ll never be, now. I thought too much. I wished with all my… Continue reading ‘I Think, Perhaps’ (a short story)
A Thousand Sundays Like This – poem
Today the sun defied the rules of winter Bursting through the clouds in disobedience 'Let me shine,' she sang 'I have done my waiting!' How fierce she is as she first strikes And you realise how much you missed Something in just a single moment. The rays penetrate my windows, A gentle hand warm against… Continue reading A Thousand Sundays Like This – poem
Journal entry – a dream
I have a dream for my life. And yes, it is a dream and not a plan, for I fear it will never come to be. “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live,” but perhaps Dumbledore never possessed a dream as beatific as this. A dream of peace. A dream… Continue reading Journal entry – a dream
And I’ll Be Fine, Happy Even (poem/journal entry)
*This is a poem, of sorts, but also just a stream of consciousness about the fears and pressures I've faced lately...* We'll find a house and make it our home. Draped in cosy comforts that feel like ours. It'll be tiring and imperfect but we'll make it work. And I'll be fine, happy even, just… Continue reading And I’ll Be Fine, Happy Even (poem/journal entry)
Copacabana NY (poem)
Underground space always alive. Awake. Laughter, clinking glasses, dancing heels the song of the sax chant of the cello pull of the piano. Each ever-moving body is clad, head to toe, in golds and silvers twinkling like stars, at night with every jig. Suit and tie are mandatory, here. Mystery is kept by smoky… Continue reading Copacabana NY (poem)
Broken Compass (poem)
Lost and uncertain The space between a forgotten past and an elusive future grows. Thickens. Stretching across the black sea I'm surrounded. My boat drifts along the endless landscape of time. My clock, ticks. Is it this way, or that? I've long been alone, here. Broken compass shifts, with each passing tide. Am I… Continue reading Broken Compass (poem)
The Ache of Knowing (poem)
It is a horrid thing. Knowing the exact weight of choice. Knowing, from here, you fly or you fall. This is it. Loud are the opinions, the "advice" and judgement of others. Tip-toe ahead... or leap? from the cliffside Will wings grow as I fall? It hurts to be so aware. And it's… Continue reading The Ache of Knowing (poem)
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