When the chatter in her head felt oppressive, she’d walk away from it if she could – into daylight, open sky, green spaces. Sometimes she’d resist the urge till nightfall, and set off on the main road: streetlights, headlights, pavement. As far as the swimming pool once, then right on impulse: unknown streets. Ended up … Read more
Breath. Oxygen in. Carbon dioxide out. Chlorophyll captures the sun. Rice grows in faraway hills. People harvest it, thresh it, sell. Wind drives a turbine; wires carry energy. Water piped here from Wales boils spinach and rice. Food enters the tube my body is built around. … Read more
As sun sinks slowly
between two houses,
leafless trees swaying
above the roof ridge
print patterns on colour.
— Have you got any sachets of instant morning mojo?
— They’re out of stock until Imbolc. But we’ve got this mix. You have to boil it up with water and stir it mindfully for 20 minutes.
From 1 September 2024 to 31 August 2025, I’m aiming to publish a very short piece of writing on readwriteflow.uk each day. Starting where you are and when you like, will you flow along with the process? Maybe write a little daily or weekly? Or simply read and reflect…