Poetry 31.08.2020
Outside my window The river runs that The rust river runs red Gleams gun metal Over stones
Read out allWhen I think I want to speak. When I speak I need to run. When I run I have space to think.
When I think I want to speak. When I speak I need to run. When I run I have space to think.
These songs have travelled with me through many seasons of faith, family, and quiet worship. Some are centuries old, some more recent, and one is my own. This album is...
Outside my window The river runs that The rust river runs red Gleams gun metal Over stones
Read out allI like to do things in one take. All or nothing. I’m a perfectionist and I don’t like wasting time repeating things...
Read out allHi. I’m Mally. I’m 32, and I’m a wife and a mother of four. I love to sing, act and write. I...
Read out allAll along I thought I was supposed to come here. Meeting Laban and Alice when I was five or six years old....
Read out allDo I have to Wait Until I’m sixty Or dead For anyone to recognise What passed before Their eyes Unseen Unnoticed Beautiful...
Read out allOh my God. So here we go. Oh my God. Oh my God ; a phrase I was never allowed to say...
Read out allWell. I remembered another two books I had, that I used to dip into to try and stick this healing journey. Captivating...
Read out allJagger Fox You knew I would not fear you now You knew With time My mind Would outgrow Your boldness You knew...
Read out allThe frightening sprawl of six weeks stretches ahead of you. The sick feeling in your stomach returns and tightens into knots. No...
Read out allWhen do I get to zoom out? I feel overwhelmed by one of my strengths: the ability to focus on minutiae and...
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