how many years have you spent pulling on clothes that do not fit—forcing on shoes that pinch and make you fall over your own feet? how many different hats have you worn and each one more wrong than the other? how long have you wandered from room to room searching for your own breath? your... Continue Reading →
black birds flying darkly up and down the spine of my life. i give them names that sound like light. faith falling brazenly from my mouth. — faith | new names from old. © Liezel Graham 2019. Photograph by Matti Johnson. Sometimes the black birds of fear, shame and guilt will fly up and down... Continue Reading →
Mrs Garland’s gift. ‘Take everything with both hands and ask for more.’ Sometimes in life, a fortunate stroke of serendipity might allow us to encounter profound wisdom in a quite unexpected place, and moments like these only later reveal themselves as seed for hope. Such was my good fortune one sunny morning when I was... Continue Reading →
you've changed, haven't you? all the truth that you once nailed to the inside of your heart — ran your fingers over every day when nobody was looking — none of it makes sense anymore, does it? none of it. and you've stared out of windows, and all those tiny cracks in your life, searching... Continue Reading →
one starry night, the woman took a walk inside of herself to the quiet places that she loved to visit, and there, under the karoo sun, she could play barefoot again, unworried about ice and snow and other cold things, and her young hands could tease the hot earth for tiny fragments of blue glass... Continue Reading →
do you still have that dream? the one that you have been dressing and, undressing since you were little. breathing in the joy of knowing that this, this beautiful thing belongs to you, and only you, but then they made you build a fence around the thing that makes you happy. keeping you out, and... Continue Reading →
Beneath these layers, there is someone I used to know. Familiar as I am with all her buried hopes, from before life happened, I am now tenderly wooing her with the peace that comes with strong bones. — She, who I once was. © Liezel Graham 2018.