I wonder if I will ever stop carefully arranging this disorder that surrounds me. building and changing and re-arranging every space outside of me to make space to make better every thought inside that is cloaked in distress. thinking it can change as if an excellent new hat or a tatty old dress. I wonder … Continue reading Making home
Author: Twigg
writer, musician, artist, joiner
Skin
Sometimes it feels like this body hasn’t got my back My face painted with red, my skin starts to crack My soft shell is breaking screaming, aching This fragile case is angry with me It whispers sharply: Stop what you’re doing You’re doing it wrong You’re hurting me. It wants me to stop doing the … Continue reading Skin
Shopping
It happens on days when I feel most empty When my fragile mind can’t settle it focuses on things I don’t want or need. It gives way to distraction, consumption, greed. It’s somehow easier to embed myself in consumerism. Surround myself with offers that seep surreptitiously into my psyche with adverts that appear to breathe … Continue reading Shopping
I know what you did Damien
I know what you did Damien I saw your forgotten corporate cup once full of unfairly traded ground up beans, silky, milky faded dreams, Your steaming cup of unpaid tax Served on a cardboard platter by smiley, wily barista fiends. Discarded remnants of that sickly sweet, syrupy treat crushed under your feet. That you so … Continue reading I know what you did Damien
Kids
The kind of love where minds meet Giggling into the night tucked under our sheets Hiding from the others in makeshift dens Peeping and plotting through a make believe lens Make believe tea time in our make believe home I mimic “I’ll be mother” you roll your eyes and groan. Sitting proud at our tiny … Continue reading Kids
The bridge
I wonder if a day will come when the words will stop falling out of my head tumbling softly onto the page cushioning my fall. I worry about that. This pen draws sweet lines between us. This pen helps me make sense of this mess. This pen may be the only bridge back to you, … Continue reading The bridge
Twigg 