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On Thursday I am taking a gigantic leap outside of my comfort zone to spend some time in a recording studio, recording some of my poems for a possible audiobook. . Pretty excited. . Pretty damn nervous. . . . . #liezelgrahampoetry #liezelgraham #poetry #audiblebooks #audible #indiepoetry #indiepoet #words #wordsmith #vulnerability #courage #livingbrave #amwriting #poetryofig #scotland #stripped #poetrybooks #poetrybookshelf #livemoremagic #poetryporn #spilledink #spilledthoughts

. it is entirely possible to love someone . without sending God’s name out first, . without reminding them of how their hands have failed to hold water from the well. . and how you are the answer. . if you love them right, they will eventually in God’s own time . unfurl untwist unlearn. . they will grow beyond your reach . and . the Light will find them. . if you love them right, you won’t have to use God’s name once. . — how to draw water for someone who is thirsty. . © Liezel Graham 2020. . Photograph by Amal Ali. . . . . #liezelgrahampoetry #liezelgraham #words #wordsmith #poetry #poetsofinstagram #indiepoetry #indiepoet #howtolove #poem #poemsofinstagram #relationships #spilledink #spilledthoughts #spilledwords #poetryporn #iweepinink #poetryisnotdead #potd #wotd #scotland #amwriting

on the floor of my grandmother’s bathroom, there is a heater spitting blue gas flames into the damp air. . i am about three years old. . i am not afraid of winter howling outside, trying to claw its wet way in through warped window frames. . not yet. . my granny lifts me from the warm, fragrant water onto the cold edge of the roll top bath. . ‘careful, ouma’s got you.’ . small feet happily balanced, i am taller than her for a moment—my favourite part—my arms find the papery curve of her neck. i cling to her; my face inches away from all the softness that walks out of her mouth whenever she says my name. . she covers me in baby powder from my toes to my head—a grandmother’s talisman. . years later, whenever i am asked to describe my favourite smell, i say ‘baby powder and the smell of rain.’ . in that small bathroom, her arms are still firm and strong, and i am still able to trust being lifted up and held safe. . — my granny’s arms were soft and strong | i was held. . © Liezel Graham 2020. . Photograph by Siddarth Bhogra. . . . . #poetry #poetryporn #poetryisnotdead #poetrylovers #poetryofinstagram #words #wordsmith #grandmotherslove #love #childhoodmemories #liezelgrahampoetry #liezelgraham #spilledink #spilledwords #spilledthoughts #iweepinink #scotland #womanpoets #indiepoetry #indiepoet #separation #grief #loss

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