The Beautiful Nowhere

Happy Wednesday, everyone! Here's a piece I wrote after one too many conversations with loved ones who move through their adult life in a perpetual state of self-doubt - because one too many times, someone told their child-self that they just weren't good enough, that they didn't fit that other person's desired template, that they were somehow wrong . When we hear these things and we're still so young, we don't rationalise the way we can as adults. We don't see others' preconceptions, or the matrices, prejudices or learned lesson's with or through which that person interacts with the world. Instead, we take those messages on as true and our adult selves don't even remember that we'e done that. So, here's my take.  -- Diamond If I could find the person whose hard words Told your un-set Gentle, formative self that it was "Not quite enough" I would drag their clumsy mouth into a Well-formed boot of far better making...

Hello! Welcome to my blog and my very first, admittedly tentative post! I've been writing poetry for a long time. If I had to take a guess, I'd say that I've been writing since I was, perhaps, twelve years old and aside from a brief foray into LiveJournal under a different pseudonym (and a very long time ago), I've never made much of an exercise of publicly sharing it. However, our tumultuous times are as good a time as any for this - and part and parcel of being an artist, is the way in which we engage with our work while sharing it. This blog is a step in that direction. So, here's a short piece, inspired in part by joy in the finite, in meeting oneself and by one very particular afternoon. -- Mono no aware There is a fragile beauty That rises like the dawn Of the first sun to touch on uncharted shores May every up-turned open bud Every star-burst of new life Call you by your own soul's name Back to yourself May you return home to your o...