Ella Swain
Out of practice & ambitious.
Ella Swain
Out of practice & ambitious.
Out of practice & ambitious.
Out of practice & ambitious.
A beautiful thing about a woman’s body
Is that her children are born with her
A beautiful thing about a mother’s mother
Is that she gives birth to her grandchildren too
Is that why you loved me doubly?
Extra gentleness, extra generosity
Extra patience in frustration
Extra butter on the plate
Extra cream on the crumble
You have known me for so long
You waited for me and asked for me
And ...
My very dearest Tilly,
You know I would never normally write so frequently, and surely only if something noteworthy has cropped up but let me tell you it has. I will respond to your letter another day, terrible news about your mother. My sympathies.
Anyway, as you well know we always summer on the Riveria, Bertie and mummy and me. England is just too terribly dreary and one can never rely on go...
The pine smells different down here. The needles are formless, they’ve become dust and earth and feed their sisters anew, breathing life into roots as they push down and out and deeper into the heart of the world. How does the pine smell different? It has a touch of the old world, a touch of rot. Closer to the scent of blood; less fresh, more vital.
I come here for the roots, the dark; the moori...
A jug is a thing - made, not born
It is held and holds
Ancient on the inside
Turned earth,
Clay made, hand crafted
Deft thumbs and their ghosts
Marked by nails
Pushed and pulled
A jug has a belly
A jug has a lip, an arm, a neck
It is to be filled and full
It is emptied, happily, in company
It remains empty alone
Urns aside, a jug lives
Holds water, holds wine
Pours life over and over
Into a mo...