Humanity

  • The Demon

    Deep in the guts of humanity lies a secret. The secret of the dark. Peeking through the curtain, always. A demon hiding within. The world sees an angel: ‘Welcome, lovely one. We choose you.’ Meanwhile, the demon cackles on. Continue reading

  • We’ve Got This

    Life of the fragile beautiful kind. Take this heart of mine and give it to those who need it the most. Send these love hearts into their sky. Fill their dark spaces with the sun of me. And we will… Continue reading

  • The Memory (trigger warning: some mildly graphic content)

    The memory was of a young girl me, walking home from school with my Mum. We’d taken a detour to the supermarket. The familiar supermarket— that was very much like my second home—felt odd. There was a heaviness in the… Continue reading

  • Sad and Beautiful

    There was something sad and beautiful about the way she held her head high. Continue reading

  • Release

    The wind has shaken my branches. The quiet says to me: Feel the wind. Let it be. Release. And so I will listen. And so the beautiful mess of life shall be. Continue reading

  • Dear Heart

    Dear heart. Set me free into this day like the warm river I know myself to be. Be my guide and my home. Be my always and my everything. Be brave and calm, and open to all of life as… Continue reading

  • Weeds

    Are they really weeds? These oddities popping up in the middle of your perfectly manicured green; frightening, uncomfortable, strange? Are they weeds? Or might you instead see them as they are? Daisies (not weeds) sweet and drifting among the emerald… Continue reading

  • Pain

    Beautiful girl. This is not pain. This is the most beautiful cloud, lined with the silver of your darling sweet heart. Continue reading

  • Transformation

    This grace, this river, this flame. This life that flows and rages and burns. I no longer need these eyes to discover the beauty in all things wild and true. I feel the delicate. I feel the rush. I feel… Continue reading

  • The Journey to Shine

    ‘Sun?’ ‘Yes, Moon?’ Sun replied, glancing over his shoulder at the beautiful, shining friend who sat so solemnly beside him. He continued to dangle his fishing line over earth. Soon, he knew, the daytime of the south would chomp. ‘I… Continue reading