⊹ ₊ . ⚘ gentle garden away from the noise ⚘ . ݁₊ ⊹ {{ posts|limit:3 }} what the heck is Aemyn up to? Gathering a collection of alternatives to d...
It's Zine Faire Table Application Season around NSW, which keeps creeping up on me every time! Thanks to s_u_s_a_n_v_k 's wonderful table of NSW zine faires I've been made aware and collected the apply links for various ones that have released an application form below. Date Zine Faire Table applications Updates Saturday 11th April Strangefolds APPLICATIONS CLOSED IG / FB Saturday 2nd & Sunday 3rd…
Made some discoveries on the open internet tonight. I've been seeking alternatives to my daily spaces that don't harvest or track my personal data. Stoat Stoat is a Discord alternative There's a big trans space on Stoat PeerTube PeerTube is the closest we have to a YouTube alternative atm, only some servers allow new users Puppet.Zone , here's an awesome chill video on pro puppet making / creator…
As I upload more backlog posts to this website, I realise something I've always found really hard is being present with written posts. It feels weirdly disingenuous to post old writing and pass it off as something new -- I always get the temptation to date it, and then I feel like I might as well actually just backdate it. It's not the same with Instagram posts, I find it much easier to remix and…
Move at your own pace Progress in stasis Rainy days & daydreams Short-circuit-brain-freeze Let us regress then advance One step forward two steps back Then three steps forward Who’s counting? This poem went on to be printed in my Home Remedies zine in 2025.
Come back from the city, love Where has your spirit gone Why did you leave What did you leave It's in the rain In the trees In the weedy stones In the cycle of floods In the churning swell Beneath the tangled peach tree Where rotting fruit grows tadpoles In the overflowing jump-off Where you learned to breathe Between rushing waterfalls Will you leave When will you leave What did you leave…
You don’t have to be perfect You don’t have to try be anything We’ve always adored you as you are But the things you try are wonderful There’s so much beauty in trying And there’s so much love in failure In the willingness for new things In declaring hope through action So try and try again Keep on trying Trust-fall when you can Onwards and forwards Through mossy undergrowth Into loving arms…
Once while travelling on a dusty plain Breeze blew the dust ahead of me Swirling into the shape of a man Who stood curiously for a moment His form gazing long and deeply into me As I stared back into his featureless face Which seemed to soften as it filled Before his body shifted to a striding sway And he began into a flowing dance Dancing on the wind Or maybe the wind dancing him…
There is house on the edge of what once was And what never will be Built on the delicate long-woven fabric of time itself There is a table forever being set There is a saucepan simmering on the fire There is a pot of tea that has been steeping There is a generous spread laid out and waiting Waiting Waiting for a friend to arrive after an errand Waiting for a partner to return home with fresh fruit…
it’s been a long time where have i been where have you been who have we been to each other i miss you i miss you too . . . i’m not sure how to start this again then don’t let it be something else but i always do that then why would this time be any different? because i want it to . . . it gets exhausting, creating something else every time but you never really lose those things . . . they become a…
! ! ! so pretty i was sitting in the forest on a rock next to a tiny stream and picked up this tiny spherical seed. it’s so beautiful. look at this overlapping tree pattern. it looks like it’s depicting the very forest it will grow into. -=[ mountain scene at night by Joan Stark]=-