Bon vendredi~ Today's Read NZ Te Pou Muramura Rāmere Shorts words are selected from John Allison's 'Singing the blues': drawing, blue, blood, hums, window, promise. In my mind I envisioned the attic room in Secret Window (Steven King), and the window looking out~~

WHAT IF BIRDS AREN'T SINGING, THEY'RE SCREAMING? - my latest cross stitch pattern is available to buy at Subversive Cross Stitch! subversivecrossstitch.com/products/pdf-w… When I first heard the song from Aldous Harding, I hadn't really thought about it....

Now it's Spring down here in the Southern Hemisphere, more birdies are screaming at us. What do they scream? You can see all my patterns for sale here: subversivecrossstitch.com/products/pdf-w…

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Only Tuesdays I feel dread I don't know what it is about it walk the centre of the street call the sun to fall down the horizon afternoon in night #RāmereShorts

Words for today's Read NZ Te Pou Muramura Rāmere Shorts come from Jackson McCarthy's 'prelude': walk, call, Tuesday, afternoon, sun, down: I imagine walking down the centre of the street often... not sure what it is about it. I also say "only on Tuesdays" (or variation) often, dunno why

trembling through smog - grey the hair whimpers - an octave unheard - because it carpets. clutching our pillows - laugh instead, forward and on. #RāmereShorts

The words for Read NZ Te Pou Muramura's Rāmere Shorts, today, were selected from Tracey Slaughter's 'what this hotel room wants': trembling, pillow, grey, laugh, octave, carpet. I wish I knew what to say!

lie in soft grass volcano slope look out watch stars in the sky- lights in homes below dreaming darts of light help us leave- to swim away forever #RāmereShorts

Today's Read NZ Te Pou Muramura Rāmere Shorts' words are selected from a poem by Hana Pera Aoake: swim, volcano, leave, darts, dreaming, sky Is this Auckland specific? Is this a memory, or a dream? I can never tell these days. But, I feel I've laid on the slope of a volcano to look out-

Today marks a year since we lost our cat, Thomas. I wrote this poem in remembrance. "On the brightest day, I see you in the white candyfloss clouds floating above our heads"

Thomas - 02/04/2012 - 18/11/2023

you leapt to cardigan besides measured to sit just right face soft against me small breath too leaning in to your warmth a smell burned in memory #RāmereShorts

The words for Read NZ Te Pou Muramura's Rāmere shorts today, are from Morgan Bach's 'The swimming pool': memory, measured, warm, smell, face, leapt. Some days I miss you more than others- it was quite coincidental these words were picked today. I felt like they fit with how I was feeling

hear the weeping rotting fruit barred and bolted and pressing at my bones a life stuck below doomed to repeat a pain now irreversible #RāmereShorts

It's been a little while - but saw these words and knew I could write a little something. From Ruby Macomber's 'What We Sang At Nan's Funeral', Read NZ Te Pou Muramura's Rāmere Shorts words today are: fruit, pressing, repeat, below, weep, bolted

a canopy of lies protects the dark lurking in my soul through earthworms I find a dance too sweet to slither and slide digging through, making holes mythology protects a truth too deep #RāmereShorts

Today's words for Read NZ Te Pou Muramura Rāmere Shorts are selected from Jenna Heller's 'Drawing lots': digging, earthworms, dance, dark, mythology, lurking. I decided to disregard the 140 character limit because je m'en fiche - I didn't want to reduce this down so much to lose meaning.