Tag Archives: Beauty

Dutch Tulip Red

Dutch Tulip Red

I’ve watched a woman’s toes in labour enough to know. Enough to know when she’s reaching her limit, enough to know when the true labouring of labour has begun. There are the toes that curl into tight, whitened balls, or those toes that stretch, splayed further apart than they have ever gone before, looking to… Read more

Third time’s charm

Third time’s charm

I saw you last week and it made you real. Not that you haven’t consumed my every thought, and not that I’m not holding you in my heart. I’m not saying I couldn’t feel you were there. I certainly have watched my belly expand to fit you, and my pants stretch to accommodate your growth,… Read more

Moments

Moments

Sleep in on a Sunday, and then honour a wish to hold them tight. Because the dirty dishes can go unwashed. Because the floor can be swept later on, and because the yogurt can go on living in their hair just a couple hours or a day more. Their socks needn’t match. Respect your combined… Read more

Summer feels

Summer feels

Four babies in a tent in a sun-kissed slumber. The rain pelts on the pitched tent as the sun meets the sky’s horizon. It’s 5:30am, and as they sleep, I keep watch. The ground rumbles and the sky lets out a flashy crack, but still, the two two year olds, my Millie and my niece,… Read more

What came in the night

What came in the night

There’s a magic to today, I thought, as I looked out my frosty bedroom window, curling the blankets back from the cocoon of sleeping human carcasses beneath. I light a small fire in the living room, and the smoke quickly intermingled with my visible breath. Seemingly just moments after igniting the element, the kettle started singing… Read more

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