No bubble wrap here only mud iceblock sticks and footprints on the car. long orange ropes curled ready to strike! And boards skating myriad plastic joy…. towels on the lawn and bubbles in the sky taps on full in fluent wasteful race! Here? not much disinfectant but rivers of tears and bloody scabsContinue reading “Bubble Wrap”
For ever Mother tree you cradled me. In the billows of steamy transit whilst time etched a nebulous reality in ancient air. And now you are holding me still, your warm cool hands, steadily grounding me. Like dirt and stars and love and god, your grace becomes me.