This is Neon Pony’s Noticings, a bloggish space that I’ve craved for a while. To keep reading me, you can subscribe if you'd like to stay up to date and receive emails whenever I do the thing. Writing here, that is.
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