Brooke Cutler Arts

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  • The World Was Right When I Cried At The Sky

    I set the twigs down, and some logs cut from two of our past Christmas trees. I sawed them to bits yesterday, when I needed life to be more. I often need life to be more. Perhaps thats why I… Continue reading

  • dark night

    I used to write about happy things. Beauty. Joy. I used to turn bad things into good things, until I realised I wasn’t doing myself any favours. You can’t change a bad situation if you keep dressing it in glamorous… Continue reading

  • Good

    I’ve been doing the dishes by candlelight, not because it’s dark, but because the candles make me feel something. Our dishwasher is broken, and I’m amazed to say I’m pleased. The candles take me home. The swirling of soapy water… Continue reading

  • Mozart

    I’ve fallen down a rabbit hole. While doing the dishes the other day, I stumbled upon a documentary about Mozart. It was so wonderful, I’m still down the hole, digging. Digging for more knowledge. Digging for wonder. And actually…digging for… Continue reading

  • Light

    It’s not an accident that my body sings. Rings, like a tuning fork bashed, dipped into a river to ripple the fish to sleep. Light. What is it all for? A nervous system shedding its scars. A river sending them… Continue reading

  • Just As I Am

    I’d like to say I’ve landed elegantly on the other side of Kid Lit Vic, but it’s not so much like that for a fluid soul, like me. There have been tears, and there will be more. I couldn’t be… Continue reading

  • Starlings

    I needed a bird name for my story, so I googled: common birds of London during war time. Starlings was the answer. I couldn’t think of a more poetic bird name to include in a story. There is a week… Continue reading

  • Imperfect

    I’ve felt a deep need to write. And though my eyes are heavy and my shoulders are slumped… I’m here, on the couch, with you. I’ve been warring with a part of myself that is imperfect, of late. Sweet good… Continue reading

  • Love. And That Quiet Ache

    ‘You are the Sun, I am the Moon, you are the words, I am the tune: Play me.’ My heart sits in a quiet place, this morning. We celebrated my Father in law’s 80th birthday last night, and it was… Continue reading

  • Changes

    My mind has changed. I’m not quite sure how it happened. All I know is: the world I live in is different, and I both like it, and dislike it all at the same time. When I think about it,… Continue reading

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