unbreakable
the undying leaf speaks, full to Moon what say you of this darkened spoon? wrapped around you, I am circles of iridescent colour— halos of Hope summoning the demise of kings— old bearing way to fruit— as breath Mother's arms crimson red— winter womb bears unbreakable, immutable life releases us from shackles endures razored, separated parts belonging sings to heart— the trees stand still, open mouthed, cracked skin, bare-fisted blooming this Dark Harvest the necessity for things to die the lesser i— does not want to be seen, at the edge of our capacity on the ledge of Truth, the lesser dies— until you feel how I feel
I've been quiet. And busy. That wasn't the plan. There was a lunar halo around the Supermoon in Dublin 7 last night. I wrote this a few weeks ago but tidied it up late last night. I'm feeling this threshold time of stripped back winter. Her naked truth. The spectrum of colour has climaxed in The Phoenix Park. The best till last. The leaves have been soaring like birds in billows of wind. November butterflies stray into my kitchen, lunar haze speaks of much Beauty. I've not had time to write. So much slowing down that's needed. But how, after everything, so much Hope abounds. This unbreakable power of Love. We are all part of this one thing. The Renaissance yet to come.
Above is a soothing song from a gig I was at lately, Ocie Elliot. The undying thing.
I've also enjoyed this lyric-less album from an Irish artist and progressive on mental health, ‘Bressie’. ‘The place that has never been wounded’ is a soothing, philosophical album. Have a listen. One for our time.
I was buoyed by the victory in NYC of the young progressive, Mamdani. Sending this one out for Trump and his dying roars. And for all the Americans fighting for their freedom. We stand with you.










😘 I love you.
This is exquisite. I feel it right down the middle, deep within—in my heart, my skin.
beautiful, so glad I found this substack (today is my reading day) wohoo ❤️❤️