You don’t choose to work with clay. It chooses you. There’s better things to do than turn your time on a spinning wheel, so you leave. And even then, you find yourself, on a cold spring morning after an endless winter, wedging clay, kneading it like mother’s bread, your body weight pressing it with eagerness,Continue reading “Tenmoku heart”
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when you are winter
it’s quiet here as if Grief is at last asleepAnd Loss departed, Words are wordless and even Yearning distracted by this stillness. The Pain of the World is in momentary lightnesshanging above like an ancient blanket. Here, the river is still water, oceans waveless and immutable. Is this the breath halted to an exhale? TheContinue reading “when you are winter”
Poiesis
I hold a world in me, big and scattered with parts I recognise, but mostly – I am a stranger to this skin, foreign feet feeling fully. To places that held me prior, I now struggle to belong. To worlds that reflected back parts of me, of who I was, I struggle to find anyContinue reading “Poiesis”
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