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Finding

It all began with a parsnip that was in fact an artichoke from Jerusalem – the birthplace also of jesus and god’s other son doubting its edibility. It began with a priest’s daughter, her heightened love of porridge and poetry. It began with slow progress and a dram of hope and too much rain. TwoContinue reading “Finding”

Un ravel

A cloth unweaving – threads unravelling until it becomes something almost unrecognisable. I am unravelling too, dropping with intention parts and pieces of myself that I thought made me. Some days I feel that I am losing every concept of who I was, my body changes daily, the intricacies of my life metamorphose. Some days,Continue reading “Un ravel”