To return, after absence, to whom and what
Embarking on a year of conversations through poems and prose
Monday 8th September 2025.
On this year ahead I will be walking alongside my friend and creative collaborator Moi Tu on the Motherlode project, exploring 100 stories of maternal ancestral linages. Over the year I will be releasing little snippets and updates of this work in this space, alongside poetry that I have written in the in-between spaces.
Over the last four years, I seem to have written and begun to collate over 200 poems that speak to life and living, to listening to friends and family members share their feelings and journey’s, and to listening to the wilder things - a field full of corn blowing in the wind, trees whispering wisdoms and strange imaginative wonderings under moon light.
This place is also a place where I will be testing out reading poems in different ways, sharing friends work too, and hopefully beginning some conversations about what is alive in us, in the world, in our imaginations that enables us to settle into a feeling and presence of home (and what that means for us).
So here is a poem I wrote a few months ago, edited a bit this morning and read out loud in the way I felt it today.
An Invitation
We invite you to us
We remind you that you can knock on our door
Bring food, cleaning products, presence and joy
You can bring your grief too
Communion here feels like the day to day
Story weaving while sweeping
Laughter or tears over dinner plates
And bubbles fighting loudly to proclaim that washing up needs more play
What we receive when we make this effort is connection
That netflix is no substitute for
Or the floor that one lies on alone at home flicking through past moments
or looking for other peoples failings reaching out to meet our own
These places where human hearts beat
Like drums calling to one another
To follow the call of aliveness
Found in each other, in our homes of skin or the walls that observe memories made and longings that have stayed to long
Homes, where we greet that thirst for contact of the living
Breathing
Soft warm embracing,
Loving
Friends
So come
Join us
We invite you
Again
and again