I walk into my bedroom and find you doubled over; hot tears silently screaming down your red face, one thumb inside the other fist and the rest of your fingers tightly curled around that; blood seeping through none-the-less. ‘Don’t tell Mum – she’ll never let you keep it.’ I prize open your little hands and find my brand-new penknife – snapped not quite shut.
The Tideline
Poetry workshops often ask you to delve into your childhood memories for prompts, and I am starting to understand why. If you’ve held onto a memory for that long, it must have something to say. This one came up in a workshop recently. I mean, if ever there was any doubt that my little sister loved me… Needless to say, I told Mum!
I am a spoken word poet, a craft, design and sustainability writer, and a nature-informed coach and facilitator – and I have just launched a second Substack where I am serialising my two most recent books and crowd-funding the advance for my third, which will be available exclusively on Substack. It’s called Wasted//Broken//Grown after the titles of the three books and promises ‘tales of hope from the front line of circular craft and design’. I would love to see you there – you can sign up here »»
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