A hill and I

Dustings...

Meaning when it snows just enough....

Nov 30 • 

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Woodsmoke.

A place I love where I have a one-sided conversation with two crows.

Nov 20 • 

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Embers.

Lighting a fire for all saints and souls and soggy leaves.

Nov 9 • 

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October 2025

All I gathered in the wind...

a memory of autumn, robin, rat and road roller...

Oct 26 • 

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Voilet.

A short story...

Oct 5 • 

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September 2025

Walking on Walnuts.

and the gentle splendour of oyster coloured autumn sky...

Sep 27 • 

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In defence of imperfection.

I am human, I have a heart, I have emotions, I emote...

Sep 14 • 

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August 2025

Of summer left behind…

After dust and bones, filling the spaces in-between

Aug 31 • 

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She's burning...

in dust and bones and delirious panting creatures.

Aug 17 • 

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Being Elsewhere.

Toulouse - Porto and back again; clouds, a bridge, an ocean and friends...

Aug 3 • 

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Poppies at Dawn with Love

A friend wrote, “We are all just letting them do this to us.” We must not. We must buck against tethers around any of our necks. We must listen to the…

Published on Holly Starley's Rolling Desk • Aug 1

July 2025

Along a river shining...

a short walk between limestone and forest

Jul 25 • 

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