Writing On Wednesdays #14: ‘Something To Give’

This is for someone as warm as the sun. For years now I’ve been desperately trying to curate myself into a garden. So far I’ve only managed a few weeds, one or two spring blooms that lived short, bright lives, before they died. I tend to the patches of earth, unreliably and clumsily. And sometimes… Continue reading Writing On Wednesdays #14: ‘Something To Give’

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What it is to be apart.

In the dreaming hours, I am far away, drifting through unconscious plains or staring out to the sky of another city another town, another place, without you. The space between us is strained, like an elastic band about to snap. It's filled with the things we whispered to each other on nights where we only… Continue reading What it is to be apart.