ByCatherine Green
I am tired. These past three months have been very challenging, and there is still more to come. Modern life is very stressful, and my family and I are currently preparing to move house, which is supposedly among one of the top most stressful activities that people do in the Western world. In fact, I…
ByJulia Chi
I have just come in from stretching with Octavious; while I was there Nina our ‘dueña’, came to bring him his breakfast… He started to slowly make his way out; his day beginning. Nina and I had a chat which was a fun way to stretch, occasionally reaching for my toes when I remembered that…
ByGuglielminotti Trivel
Last month I went through a period of emotional stress because I wanted to give myself the gift of celebrating my 50th birthday in an appropriate way. What is appropriate? Well for me it means travelling to a new place where I can enjoy warm weather, swim in the sea, relax, see new things and…
ByMichelle Adam
They met every Monday morning under the shade tree at Skimmilk Farm, Jean’s summer farmhouse in rustic New Hampshire. Dusting the old house, keeping it clean from summers of fun, was less important than Monday mornings when this serious group of poets gathered to muse over mist-covered mornings, cats, Celtic Goddesses, vulvas, and many more themes that released…
ByMichelle Adam
We’ve all traveled through portals to become whole at some point in our lives. Or so it seems, or seemed, during the summer of 2000, when I lived with Jean and her family on her New Hampshire farm, where I had committed a season to healing my hip. When I refer to portals, I mean…
ByMichelle Adam
The sounds of crickets and bullfrogs filled in the silence of the encroaching night as we sat at the long dining room table of the old New England farmhouse, singing musical show tunes. It was no ordinary evening. My elder poet housemate, Jean, and her son John, her granddaughter Emily, and Emily’s mom, Cassie, (and…
ByJulia Chi
I have been walking through Salisbury in my bare feet in the rain; the feel of warm damp stones on the soles of my feet connected me even more to the energy of this city than when I first stepped off the train onto the dry pavements… The smell of the rain on a warm…
ByMichelle Adam
My summer, 17 years ago: weathered New England roads; a two-hundred-year-old-plus farmhouse that was once an old milk farm; an elder poet, Jean, who held poetry workshops every Monday for the past 25 summers; her granddaughter, Emily, and Emily’s mother, Cassie, who spent weekends with us; Jean’s cat, Tristan, handsome, black, and both elegant and…
ByJulia Chi
I am on a train from Waterloo to Salisbury… I am meeting my sister Rosy for my birthday treat lunch… I do enjoy a birthday that runs for 6 weeks! It has felt like an adventure of a day already… Anadi and I rose early, just before 6am, with the intention to run in Grovelands…
ByMichelle Adam
Jean sat in her favorite chair in the kitchen by the screen of an open window. She blew her cigarette smoke out past the tiny metal mesh, which temporarily protected her New England farmhouse from a few select mosquitoes of early summer. My new near-80-year-old poet and housemate seemed to love looking out the window,…
ByGuglielminotti Trivel
Sometimes in life lessons come in the most unexpected way … It was a nice sunny Sunday in April and my partner and I decided to have a short break on the Isle of Wight, as it is quite close from where we live and it is in a sensible flying distance for a small…
ByJulia Chi
This morning I walked up the path from our London ‘home for awhile,’ and was greeted by Octavious… He was out in the sun having his breakfast… I look forward to seeing him when we land in North London, I was telling Nina our dueña that Octavious the forty year old tortoise is famous, and…