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Benediction
It is quite possibly the biggest cliche to wax lyrical about gratitude on Thanksgiving, and that is precisely why I’m sitting down to write what I am writing. Since 2018, gratitude is something I practice everyday. I use the word ‘practice’ deliberately, as it is a ritual and an act that takes learning and practicing,…
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Remember, remember
Red dust glimmernight frosted in smoke andNovember sulfurcrackle, pop over theEast London Linefingers frigidheart burningover old coalsso here we are again, playing with fire
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Gathering In
October, rain, a familiar chill and the comforting scent of fire smoke on the air. As if overnight, the morning starts later and evening closes quicker. Mars rises and Vega sets. Blankets and hoodies and fuzzy socks are lovingly pulled from the back of a drawer. Thoughts are thick and full. This year, I don’t…
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Man Alive
This is a short story I started writing when I was in university, and uncovered half-done in an old EHD during the spring of 2020. I finished writing it during lockdown. He didn’t know how to come alive. That was, it turned out, his biggest problem. Everyone around him thought he was vital – but…
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Bulguksa
It’s a dream I revisit often, more these recent months. I am with strangers in a white minivan, winding its way through the rice-paddy green of a back road in South Korea. The road begins to ascend, and then we are in a low, undulating deciduous forest of birch and alder. We arrive somewhere…
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Strawberry Moon
I was scrolling through my Instagram feed this morning and came across a beautiful image of a bowl full of ripe, red strawberries taken by a friend and admired writer, Caroline Eden. The strawberries were small but plump and round, with pert green calyxes and perfectly dotted achenes, arranged in a white ceramic bowl on…
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A little astrological history on current events
I don’t consider myself to be an astrologer and I’ve done no formal astrology training, but it is a topic that interests me. Long before the hard science of astronomy came into existence, humans were viewing and understanding the world in terms of how they saw planets, constellations and stars moving above them and interacting…
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small moments
it’s 10am and which day of the week it is i can’t be sure. it might be saturday. it’s definitely still the pandemic. my typical morning goes like this: *wake up without an alarm. it could be 5am or 8am, but rarely past 8. my body likes to be up early. *stand, brush teeth, pull…
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