On Being Asked to Pray for a Van

What a joyous, absurd and utterly glorious poem! I laughed out loud when I read this poem👇🏾 and fell In love with how easily and well it displays the utter absurdity that prayer can sometimes be. I love the absurdity of prayer. The strangeness of it, the hope in it, the comfort of it. I

HOPE ANYWAY

I am made of the things doubt is made of :Questions in the night Shadows gathered together as the light dimsBlurred lines and late-night musingsConfessions after the certainty wears off. The things I refuse to touch;the knowledge that I don’t know but make my home in the place of hope anyway.That edge between assurance and

HAPPY NEW MONTH, WORD LOVERS!

Hello and happy new month, friends! The start of this month has been better. I’m a little less overwhelmed (even a little goes a long way), one of my favourite poets has released a full length novel — AND I HAVE IT!– and it’s that one sunny week we get in England so really, I

Musings and An Old Offering!

Hello! I hope your NaPoWriMo is going wonderfully so far! Between work, several ‘secret’ projects, and attempting to be a normal, functioning adult, I have to say my writing has been a little hit and miss over the past week or so. I did however, come across an old thing I wrote a while back

Guilt, Not Grief ~ Jeanann Verlee

Today’s daily dose of poetry is a little…necessary. For those moments when someone just pushes you right over the edge, ‘Grief, Not Guilt’ by the incredible Jeanann Verlee has a classy insult for every conceivable moment! Read it in full…then dive right into her body of work — trust us, it’s just as wonderful! Grief,