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Give me good news

Give me good news instead of wars and bombings, instead of death and conflict, instead of secrets and hoodwinks. Give me good news instead of global warming, instead of disease and famine, instead of injustice and food banks. Give me good news instead of racist language, instead of control and fear, instead of demands and… Read More Give me good news

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Thirds, acceptance and truth

Birds swirl high on thermals above, sky-free, wind-soaring. I watch and relax my eyes, following one, then another, and drifting in my thoughts as those carefree wings circle on feathers lighter than air. I’m drawn back to a theme that’s been running at the back of my mind on a loop for a while. The… Read More Thirds, acceptance and truth

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Growing

Last September, I went back to university. I applied and was a little stunned when I was accepted onto the course. And, true to form, I spent the intermediate months working myself into a frantic ball of worry. By the time term came around, I was adamant I wasn’t going. But go, I did. I… Read More Growing

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3 books, 3 points: January 2018

3 books, 3 points Reviewing 3 books in 3 bullet points Happy 2018 everybody, hope this year is treating you well so far! Catching up on reading has been a real treat during these dark, cold months. Here are the books that brought me joy in January. Deep Lane by Mark Doty – A gorgeous… Read More 3 books, 3 points: January 2018

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In these 4 walls Time stands still The air heavy with secrets It waits; until A whisper on the breeze Hints through an open window And we let go, Breathing out things We didn’t know we felt

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3 books, 3 points: November 2017

3 books, 3 points Reviewing 3 books in 3 bullet points A little late, I know! Reading a lot for uni has meant I had to put ‘enjoyable’ reading on the back burner for a little bit. But this last month I’ve managed to read more, hurrah! I find as winter draws in, I just… Read More 3 books, 3 points: November 2017

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Winter, I greet thee

Winter, I greet thee; Voice of the North carried in howling winds. The crackle of ice freezes white bones, and lays my eyes down to darkest black. Winter, I greet thee; Air thin as rainbow glass, light glinting as water trapped in snow so fine. Spirit of the North travels in the rip of branches,… Read More Winter, I greet thee