You taught me that kerning is the space between c h a r a c t e r s in a text And leading the space between lines The word interval is a direct translation from the Latin “space between the walls” Interstice is at least as obscure as lacuna but without the poetry A … Continue reading Spaces
poem
If this was 1692 my friends and I would be burned at the stake for witchcraft
And thank God for that. We are doing this life right. All wild and willful and wholly independent Healers and helpers and forward thinkers ... We are doing this life right Childless. Chainless. Charmed. Healers and helpers and forward thinkers Refusing to walk on our knees repenting … Childless. Chainless. Charmed. Defiant. Deviant. Depraved. Divine. … Continue reading If this was 1692 my friends and I would be burned at the stake for witchcraft
I see God in the underside of Starlings’ wings
I still don't know how to fold a fitted sheet or how to wire a plug. If my tyre goes flat I will be calling road-side assist. I am thirty one and I think I have forgotten how to pray. I still get lost in malls and have to ask my mom how to remove … Continue reading I see God in the underside of Starlings’ wings
ocean love
beautiful in all her forms lined up in orderly rows at sunrise turquoise gold at twilight swirling shades of cerulean below a cliff crystal clear shallows that capture the sun stormy dark powerful depths unapologetically fierce . sometimes she is soothing quieting my restless soul sometimes she is raging empowering liberating most times I want … Continue reading ocean love
How to survive an earthquake
If you can be in this world and not be overwhelmed by it Please tell me how If you can read the news and not feel the hairs on your arms stand on end If you can watch a mountain ablaze and continue making dinner If you can stare at the ocean and not feel … Continue reading How to survive an earthquake
Who I Am: A poem
I am slowly remembering who I am; That there is more to me than pain and heartbreak. I am twenty-nine years worth of memories and adventures, Of ideas and dreams and stories. I am a soft pink sunrise and a burning orange sunset. All at once. I am an ice cold mountain lake and a … Continue reading Who I Am: A poem
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