You can blanket the woods in snow. You can flood them with rain. Let the summer sun burn the trees down to their bones. Let the winds blow the ashes away.
Through it all the witch remains. Perseveres. Watches the woods grow back around her. Treasures her privacy all over again.
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Notes:
1. Written on January 9th, 2026
__________January snow blows in. Rivers freeze. The town is cut off from the outside world. Supplies dwindle, diminish. Soon will come starvation. Soon there will be death.
And still the mince pies sit on the supermarket shelves, prices reduced to 23p for a box of six, unbought, unneeded, unwanted, uneaten.
We would rather eat Easter than finish off Christmas.
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Notes:
1. Written on January 6th, 2026
__________The kite in the tree yearns always to be free.
The kite in the tree cannot be retrieved. The kite in the tree cannot be dislodged. The kite in the tree is impervious to decay.
The kite in the tree yearns always to be free.
The kite in the tree watches birds fly above. The kite in the tree watches balloons float away. The kite in the tree sees the clouds, the sun, the stars, the moon.
The kite in the tree yearns always to be free.
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Notes:
1. Written on January 6th, 2026
__________Everything is perfectly preserved in the glass of the lake. Shoals of fish, fronds of weed and fern, frogs, frogspawn. Sunken boats, lost footballs, fishing nets, shopping trolleys, a small fortune of coins.
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Notes:
1. Written on January 3rd, 2026
__________Frost and fog
transform the town
into something
else
Better than summer
better than snow
We could be anywhere
now
And we won’t know where
until it’s gone
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Notes:
1. Written on December 6th, 2025
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