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the opening speech

Welcome to camp

To experimentation

To “done” projects

To progress over perfection

Welcome to choosing creativity first

To moving from an authentic space

From the fire that is barely a flicker

From that part I know is still there

Welcome to the part beyond fear

Like a great oak in the woods 30m after rainful

We call it courage ‘cause we see big roots and towering branches

Yet a whisper from the wind show droplets of doubt are still there

(Perhaps we won’t ever shake the fear complete?)

Welcome to public practice

To 31 days of metaphorical tagliatelle kissing

Digitally tiled walls

Sauce dripping

Words slipping

Ego tripping

Imagination skipping

Whist The Lerial logs the consistency clippings

Welcome

Welcome

Welcome

Welcome

#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