March 2011
1 post
The Northern Lights in the UK →
February 2011
1 post
September 2010
2 posts
I asserted myself today and sat stunned for a few minutes afterwards. So very unlike me, it’s not the first time it’s happened this week either.
so long seventeen
August 2010
2 posts
burning and reckless
We had our summer early and ran down the hill from the common, and my feet slipped because the soles of my sandals had become worn down from all the walking on the tarmac in the hot weather. The warden chased us over the tussocks and James went to hide in the copice of trees with one of the bbqs and the sausages and didn’t spill a single one, the smoke billowed but he wasn’t found. It...
im seventeen and spinning
So it’s the summer holidays and of course I was doing my summer work because I’ve been travelling in Mexico for a month. Yeah, so I’d written 3005 words and was like BOOM wontcha look at that, so I thought ah i might as well rearrange my wardrobe, so i picked up some clothes to hang up, so they could start the process of ironing themselves and started to get ruthless. So i tried...
May 2010
7 posts
I left my exam early
to pick up my black and white prints. I am beginning to write on the back of each one, because every single one has a story and I am so happy
I bought For Emma by Bon Iver because I was so happy and had a chat with the man in the shop and he told me to go to see him live because it was beyond words, I couldn’t help but smile at everyone I saw, everyone. Even the man who nearly ran me down...
Give or take a few, one or maybe two
mistakes. You’re the mistake, over and over and over, I make.
-k.waters
Childhood lungs.
I remember when we looked over the old railway line by the abandoned house, grassed over now and with only a ditch left, a chunk in the ground, for us to imagine what it was like back then when the steam train rolled through the back gardens of these houses, now replaced with a stream. We folded over the wall, legs dangling, waiting to see how long it would take before our ribs gave in and...
April 2010
6 posts
30th April 2010
I have a need to encapsulate my world in reams of threads, for secrets to say inside my head. Words sweep our minds and we catch them, we stitch them together, a thousand letters caught on the wind.
-k.waters
March 2010
5 posts
“in these bodies we will live in these bodies we will die
where you invest your...”
– mumford and sons
it's now where time touches eternity
galaxies
As the sunlight of the day got cast aside, the blanket of nightfall fell upon the littlest room in the house in which a child was singing herself to sleep. Melodies fell off her tongue in torrents filling the desolate silence, they spiralled around the ceiling, swirling like galaxies. Glowing pieces of music danced in the alcoves, entwining around one another, fragments breaking off, the shards...
“It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is...”
– The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald
inhibitions
I wish I had the confidence to hug people who are dear to me, to just run up to them and embrace them, to say hello, to say goodbye, turn to them and hug them without a special occasion. Just spontaneously, as a sign of how much they mean, to show them how glad I am that they’re breathing and that we can be together in that moment in time.
We all seem to be so reserved. So shy. It’s...
February 2010
5 posts
“Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare,...”
– L. M. Montgomery (Anne of Avonlea)
When you disappeared, evaporated, just like that. I searched for you, to find your hiding place. I meticulously drew a straight line on the map with a ruler and pencil and that’s the path that I followed, I never strayed, I never stopped. Not once. I drove the whole night through until the end of the highway, then onto the black icerink that was the side road, for it was winter when you took...
it’s only the very ends of my hair that you have touched, the new hair is my new life that you have not, and will not, touch.
you are nothing more than a face, nothing more than a name, nothing more than a memory to me now.
I took myself back to the river and on its banks I wept in torrents, until the water level rose. There became deep channels in the earth that my tears carved, providing an easy entry. Tentatively the saline drops dabbled at the edge for a while as if waiting for rescue, to be reclaimed, but the cohesive pull was too strong and they sank their way into the waters. I followed them, not wanting them...
With the tip of a compass I scratched away at my memory, etched ‘goodbye’ into its surface. For a while the flecs tryed to reassemble, continuously and relentlessly they wanted to reform, but I glued them apart from each other, located within other memories, so that they could never re-stick.
The only thing was, when I journeyed through other times and places in my mind, revisiting...
January 2010
14 posts
i went out without my camera yesterday for the first time in several months, it felt so odd. fortunately we only went to the bank then the farm shop. but i did see a pheasant sit on the bird table it was a strange feeling when i reached for my camera in my bag and my hands didn’t reach it. so today i was armed with three, but didn’t take any photos.
i took a film to be developed but...
migrane
I think the shrouding fog has slithered off of the hills, dense and encapsulating. And has slowly swirled its way inside my head and fogged it up, rather like spectacles when drinking hot tea.
I know it, and you know it. I know you saw me see you running in the rain, I know you know it, but you wont say it. I know it.
They won’t tell you what they’re thinking because they know that you already think you know. But you don’t know everything there is to know, you won’t ever know everything, you can just pretend that you think that you know it all and keep...
eclipsing.
my bones fall through my skin to the ground beneath. my hand crushed under the dead weight of my mind, heavy but restless.
my ear still receptive, hearing the murmurs from below. my hands can rest, weary from recoiling, from clenching, from gripping. constant.
my arms limp and motionless, still for now.
as for my mind, it cannot rest. it cannot collapse. it cannot fall to the floor. it lies...
ocean
i want to be beside the ocean, to hear the roar of the crashing waves.
to see the rockpools as blocks of ice tucked in the crevices of the rocks,
i want to see the frozen sand replaced by snow, and to run down the snow dunes towards the endless sea.
i want to see the waves dissolve the snow at the shoreline to reveal the shingle and smooth pebbles, to pick one up and throw it as far as the...