I am tired of all the slick
tried-and-true narratives of
success and making the world.

I am sick of contriving fictions
about what is important and what
is supposed to bring happiness.

I want new narratives shaped by
heart and grace and care, not
wilfully ignorance covering despair.

I dream stories about what it means
to be human,
built from the everyday,
the ordinary,
from need,
not the greed of the few.

 

25/4/2025