Journal
Notes from the Tree
Thoughts on writing, wild places, and the everyday magic that lingers in between.
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Recent poems & stories
Story
The Old Road
Some places stay with you, long after you've gone. The road remembers every footfall.
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Poem
Dappled Light
The leaves hold whispers the branches understand, and light comes down in gentle hands.
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From the poems
Six at present, and more when they're ready.
Dappled Light
The leaves hold whispers the branches understand, and light comes down in gentle hands.
Nine Hazels
They say nine hazels leaned above the well, and everything they dropped, the water learned.
The Quiet Hour
Between the last of the work and the first of the dark, an hour comes that asks nothing.
Bogland Morning
The bog keeps everything: a shoe, a psalter, a summer's worth of weather.
Journal
Notes from the tree
Working notes on writing, wild places, and the everyday magic that lingers in between — offcuts, mostly, and things that aren't finished.