Tag: writing

no grace in wanting

there is no grace in true wanting - it staggers, and refuses to be written - its divinity locked in the eyes that yours decline ever to meet © Sarah Whiteley

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the waiting

the waiting creeps up from feet, passes hips, submerges wrists in slippery uncertainty naturally, the ear strains to catch the subtle shift of air that marks departure no one ever sings through the smoke of staying – love and smoke both only ever go sometimes … Continue reading the waiting

the departed

your departure has the weight of ash no longer carrying your fate, I return to my old shape days hold their same complexities but night has become startlingly simple – rucked sheets, wooden bed-frame – there’s no need to believe in anything else how is … Continue reading the departed