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  • A Perfect New Day

    I’ve fallen into a bramble of life’s loose ends. A body, a mind, a heart— weary, and in a tumble of the most beautiful ugly day. Come find me when my words are a song, once again. Come meet me at the rise… Continue reading

  • The Skin Of A Woman

    I am a child of the water. And I float in all the whispers of me. When the wind catches on my bones, shaking me into fright, the earth holds me until I am calm. Until I am delicate and… Continue reading

  • The Bright and Shiny Day

    Pass me my joy pots, and I will splash all the world with a bright and shiny day.   Continue reading

  • Fairies

    Life is too short to dismiss the possibility of fairies. I’ve never seen one. And the imposter within me doesn’t even believe. But I’ll never stop looking. I’ll never stop pestering my children to look. And when we find such… Continue reading

  • Mum

    And then her name was Mum. Just like that. Happy Mothers day, beautiful, Mum. I see you. And you are all the bits of magic. Lots of love, Brooke. xxx (Aka: Mum.) Continue reading

  • The Cupboard of Unfinished Things

    It happens every year. The wool balls enter the stores in preparation for winter, and my brain enters a frenzy of the most bizarre kind. You see, I’m not really a knitter. And yet, every year, as soon as the first wool… Continue reading

  • The River of Dreams

    There will always be a river, waiting, waiting for me. And I will lay me down on her sandy banks, bathing in the softness of me, dreaming all the dreams of this heart-shaped life of mine. There will always be… Continue reading

  • The Best Thing I’ve Ever Written

    I’ve just deleted it all. On purpose. Five whole paragraphs of the BEST thing I’ve EVER written. We do that sometimes—us writers of words. When ‘the force’ flies through us with alarming ease and grace, and we just know this… Continue reading

  • Not Like The Others

    There is a little girl in me who is trying to be a big kid just like the others. Just like the others. One day, I think, she’ll learn to be happy with just ‘being me.’ However different. However ‘not… Continue reading

  • Don’t Knock the Dreamers

    She bit off a giant chunk of hazelnut pancake, and ugly chewed. He raised his fork, and his eyebrow. She winked, and went on chewing loudly until her mouth was empty. ‘Don’t knock the dreamers,’ she said, then she handed… Continue reading