Seasons, senses & self: Day 26
The internet is brimming with strategies to overcome resistance to daily writing. They overflow into my home while my back is turned.
Stringing words on time
“These fragments I have shored against my ruins”
Seasons, senses & self: Day 19
“… that the endless and impossible journey toward home is in fact our home” – oh, how I love that quotation.
The winning sperm
Son The winning sperm headbutts the egg’s membrane and penetrates. They melt into each other. The chromosomes pair off. The new cell doubles and quadruples, again and again. A hollow ball of cells starts to colonise the endometrium: the placenta channels nutrients and oxygen, immune defences. Neural tube. A spine. A human fish, with a … Read more
Spontaneous craft?
All spontaneous writing is influenced by everything we’ve read and heard – pop songs, news reports, childhood reading, overheard conversations. Long before starting to write myself, I learned poems I loved by heart, and relished saying them aloud. They became part of me, part of my thinking. Then for years, I wrote each piece in … Read more
a poem embodied?
all of a sudden brain ripples ° words tumble onto the page and into the air ° music of language, set free by the tongue and the lung, dances in other ears °°° time chisels the marks on the page into elegant shape ° other brains ripple – other tongues sound out the music °°° … Read more