written in a garden, from some group musings on SLUGS: a manifesto by Abi Palmer To be disgusting = To raise disgust in others = A primal fear response evolved to keep us safe When did disgust for each other evolve? of our innate humanity, our natural state, of all that we
My co-host shared a book that he bought in a bookshop because the introduction made it cry. That is why we write. Response to A FIREFLY by Souvankham Thammavongsa Fire Flight // Fire Fight cast into the world I am unable to hold my tongue against The Men™️
Increasingly in my life, I welcome, value and trust people who make small acts of repair. And it teaches me how to make them too. Like the visible clothes mending practice I picked up a few years ago in a free community workshop lead by an artist, acts of repair
Fools sleep while kings crave May I be a fool Covered in leaves smothered in soft Here for the love of all
There is magic in this world, it is writ in the stars, the moon, the sky. How could there not be? Our world is too beautiful not to be bountiful with magics of all kinds. The magic mends the fractures we create. We live in a time when the Men
Content note: mention of war and the genocidal states of US slow night // slow day slow emerges when my body is in an immune system storm crip time, slow time, out of every day rhythm time when do you eat if you haven’t moved since waking and you feel
Some writing from my retreat designed to support people like me, writers who want to but are not yet doing that thing. Writing the book that calls to us like a siren and allows a reader in. There is a loneliness in my body. A longing. Desires push up into
January is a time for knowing, not for doing. Yes we must wade amongst the demands to pretend we’re full of the vigours of a (false) new year and fresh goals. But we are not those people, at heart. We are still and slow and careful in midwinter. I
When the air is wet and your hands are cold in your room Called to be in hibernation for three to four months The system denies that mammalian softness, as it tears all of us from our natural needs A candle burning on the slate hearth of my rented room
I yearn to be less stubborn, and willing to see the possibilities beyond myself I am nearly 450 years old Dusty and tired in every pore, and yet Habits are hard to let go I am the largest empire of all time A quarter of the world’s land in
Vogue, strike a pose. Shed your clothes. Hold for 10 minutes. Feel the slow burn. Scritch scritch, scratch. “10 minutes left” In the break I walk around the room slowly, taking in the many versions of myself. Held by the artists’ gaze, I am a powerful solid body, beautiful to
A few short thoughts from the archipelago that is Malta. I had a good time, would recommend esp for spoonie rest. Malta, a place of many empires meeting melting mouthing “we were here, too” The British were last, carving out there ‘politeness’ into the limestone Mdina – Arabic for city – was