Sundays are made for piles of fresh laundry after the sun has sung them dry.
Sundays are made for bathrooms that smell like clean and mornings that come up slowly.
And sundays are made for collecting things. Collecting sleep, collecting sea shells or a crowd of neighboorhood children.
This sunday found me waking up in the middle [...]
if someone asked me to describe north coast i’d likely start out by describing how trashy it is. mtwapa is known for it’s sex trade both the formal and less formal versions of it. it’s known for this because it’s not hidden in alleyways or hotel rooms…people sitting in the cafe downstairs are making [...]
womb moon grins at me
gleaming crescent in a sky
indigo with freshly dark
a swollen, illuminated shadow
rises up from her and i wonder
what child her pregnancy will bare
womb moon i appeal to thee
reveal to me
what your grin means
and i will be the daughter of your secrets
and i’ll crawl into your cradle
great mother, you will rock [...]
for christmas I got sick and stayed in bed all day. SArah and tony made fish and every once in a while i’d venture out intent on joining in only feel crowdd and retreat again to my bed. by 5pm i was actually asleep and stayed that way until well into boxing day. [...]
