Author: lerial

#100: 100

a hundred days later i still lay on the same bed but with 100 tiny poems now extracted from my head . rituals born from digital ink and getting out onto the forest floor witnessing the work of the wind and writing what i saw . i send my salutations gratitude for the grit and goo to the stars and space that make us to the good we keep and the good we lose

#099: a 99 Flake

when he told me a 99 was £1.50 I thought, surely it’s time to rename but we like our nostalgic past and for memory, we’ll always pay . but how often will I clench a cone too fragile for my grip melting loss fly through the folds of my fingers pride still saying it’s fine, I’ve got it

#098: teal yoga mat

having my back since 2016 biodegradable mat with little frays at the seams the tiger-striped teal followed me undeterred from lively London to loveable Luxembourg a mirror disguised in padded opaque rubber for hands to grip, for feet to flutter upside down, then on the ground the breath sighs, it sings as this wild thing tries another wild thing