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autumn leaves: a poem

autumnleaves

the leaves are falling now
the first signs that the trees are getting tired.
unable to sustain their grip anymore,
they rescind their grasp reluctantly
and the leaves they’ve borne so carefully til now
drop to the ground like so many raindrops

if they make ripples on the earth, we do not see them
their landing is too light
their descent was too gentle
they fall beside the trunks that upheld them
above the roots that grew them
and there they wait, right where they fell
for a gust of wind to come and whip them away
rehoming them again
far from the trees they once called their own.

Barbara Hepworth in Battersea Park

A lot of things have happened over the past few weeks. One of them is that my friend has come to stay for a while, along with her puppy. My cat is less than happy about this arrangement, but after spending the first few weeks inside the wardrobe, she’s now finally emerged and seems to be grudgingly accepting of the canine addition.

Of course, with increased puppy comes increased walking, and a week or so ago we took the dog for a long walk across London. We ended up in Battersea Park, where I stumbled across a Barbara Hepworth sculpture overlooking a lake.

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This is beautiful.

(c) postsecret.com
(c) postsecret.com

Shit Jenga

I was talking to my friend the other day about how life seems to have this habit of piling all the annoying crap on at once.

You can’t just have the car break down, you also have to break your heel and the cat has to throw up on the important document you’ve been waiting for.

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Britney Spears Book Tag

A while ago, Bee of Vivatramp posted a Britney Spears book tag, and I thought I’d give it a go, because books + Britney =❤

If you’d like to do it, consider yourself tagged!

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The Main Question You Should Ask Yourself About Your Dream Job

Quit your day job and do what you want.

It’s screamed across the internet like a beacon of hope in a world of soulless corporate drudgery.

But I’m a realist, not an idealist, and like I’ve said many times before, sometimes running off into the sunset to live the dream doesn’t quite go to plan. Even if it does, you might not enjoy your dream life as much as you’d expected to.

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Interviewing a Jewish Food Hero

Yesterday I interviewed Kenden Alfond about her Jewish Food Hero Cookbook, which helps people find plant-based alternatives to traditional recipes.

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A Boy Made of Blocks by Keith Stuart

They say your first novel will almost inevitably be semi-autobiographical, and Keith Stuart’s debut is no exception. The father of an autistic son, Stuart has written a book that incorporates some of his own experiences whilst retaining a fictional narrative.

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supermarket blues

it’s cold over here by the quiches
i pull my shawl tighter
around my shoulders and
shudder
as someone steps just a bit too close.

the bread aisle is full of choices
i’m sure there weren’t
so many types of loaf
when i was young.

in the fish aisle i stop and stare
my mind switches to a frequency
aligned with the hum of the refridgerators
and i lose myself momentarily
in its gentle buzz.

the world outside is loud but it is morning
and the shop hasn’t yet been invaded
by screaming children and toddler tantrums
and life-tired workers at lunch.

“beep” says the machine as i feed it my card and
“beep” as it replies with my receipt

stuff in bag, i schlep
out through the whoosh
of the automatic doors

and back to the world beyond.

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