THE DEEP END: Where the Wild Things Went
How it entices,
the deep end –
a dark danger
painted the colour of mystery
by dodgy individuals dipped in seduction,
masters of lure and cajole.
A LINGUISTIC FANDANGO – Words with hips!
Today, how about a word fandango?
Maybe we swizzle a little salsa on our verbs,
spike our nouns with a glug of bachata,
and serve paso doble with a tumble of adjectives.
THE RICKY MARTIN COUNTDOWN CRISIS: the story of a nutcase desperately trying to get to the concert, sung to the tune of The Teddy Bear’s Picnic
Sung to the tune of THE TEDDY BEAR’S PICNIC
MY NAME IS SERENDIPITY: A love letter to the magic that shows up in life right on time.
My name is Serendipity,
I’m wonder become true.
A fabulous conspiracy
of awesomeness for you.
WONDER WOMAN, UNCORSETED: Long live the wobble, the wiggle, the woman!
Go on, wiggle, jiggle, be free!
MY HORRENDOUS, BEAUTIFUL, SURPRISINGLY GOOD YEAR: Socially obliterating? Absolutely. Soul-crushing? Pas du tout!
A veces bien, y a veces mal, as Ricky Martin says in the song.
COSMIC CHAOS AND ANTI-TNFS: Astrology of Inflixamab
New Moon in Scorpio, Mercury flirting with Venus?
Astrology for Inflixamab
CREATIVITY IN MY MEDICINE CABINET
Enter a sudden renewal of interest in painting, courtesy of a moment of scrolling on Instagram a few weeks ago. I came across someone using teabags to make art. They simply dunked the teabag in water, then set it on watercolour paper and let it sit there for a while, until a stain formed. They removed the teabag, let the paper dry, and then looked for something concrete in the shape.
OPTIMISM STEW
Ideas flutter like postcards from a future so bright we’re going to need tinted windows!
A MANIFESTO FOR JOY: for anyone who forgot they were an artist
For anyone who forgot they were an artist
THE DAY TINKERBELL DIED: the quiet heartbreak of being too kind in a careless world
Sometimes it’s the acquaintances and strangers who surprise us most — those who see us clearly, if only for a moment. And sometimes it’s the friends who don’t, who leave the quiet bruises. This piece is about both — and about choosing to stay open anyway.
