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This is our final word prompt for now. Thank you for sending us all your responses!


3rd prompt: growing




Landscape

Regenerated by the sweet peas in the midst of weeds—

same purple as smoke, like smudged paper—

for the first time: shallow memory,

insufficient trauma, no accumulative archive

even in this rolling year, the thunder days—

I grow a garden that was not there before.

Notebooks fat and heavy, swollen

as the broadbeans, appetite rooted

to that yellow-green courgette. Surrendering to soil’s sweet significance + loafing

on grass, I watch for knowledge + warmer futures.

Even sluggish days are pint-sized.

Admit one, and keep the rest away.



Bethany Mitchell / twit @bethjmitch






Ida Henrich / @idahenrich





STAN GROWTH!

STAN PRIVACY!


I no longer resent my own company...solitude is groovy!

With a sensory overload in my pocket, 4 walls and silence is not so scary with a movie

Buddy was spitting truths when he said, “Papa Elf I need some some alone time”

I’m becoming my own ride or die, controlling my narrative of prime!!!

STAN THE UPS AND DOWNS!

In my stride, I take all the bullshit

The undulating cycle of good and bad is one to be embraced,

Not one from which you just self-acquit!

Start finding the spice in the mundane, euphoric and depressing

For in disguise, live the most illuminating of blessings!

STAN CUTTING OFF TOXICITY!

Take stock of friendships, damn, the difference of a year!

I think my constant evolvement, caused our Donnie Darko beam to veer

Trivial possessions can clog up energy too,

Throw away half your wardrobe and watch enlightenment accrue!

STAN SHAMELESSNESS!

I don’t need to like everything or be liked by everyone

I have nuzzled into my own niche, though for listening to Glee covers over originals, you have a right to shun

Cool with my hip dips and not concerned I haven’t gone through a wild pill stage

Is the manic pixie dream girl from school even really still judging me at this big age?

STAN ADULT UNCERTAINTY!

Dealing with deaths of schoolmates, folk my age are having babies now lol

A teen Netflix romcom has me rethinking entire career paths... feeling very indecisive and unprepared for it all

Though I can confirm I am becoming more resilient, choosing to engage rather than be an absentee

My advice to survive the everlasting hectic chaos?

A social media detox - that’s the real fit tea!

Lucy Fitzgerald / @loosayyyyy





Charlotte Simmons / @garden_charl





In my dreams I grow so tall I barely fit in my bed anymore. I get up to find I’ve grown just an inch taller than the door. While I shower my hair grows so long I can wrap it around my body. As I walk down the street I look at rooftops from above. From that height I can’t hear the man telling me maybe I should smile more. I have to be careful and dodge some airplanes taking off before I sit among the Cairngorms. I bring my knees to my chest and hug them tightly, rest my chin on them, close my eyes, feel the clouds brush my cheeks.

I wake up and I fit just fine in my bed. I get up to find everything I know feels a bit tight, everything I love suffocates me.

Ludovica Credendino / @ludofaiga






Fardokht / @aspacebetween.co.uk



GROWING - Eleven Things I’m Working On by Ella Mottram

1. Inserting my Mooncup - Attempting to save the planet was easy until I decided to involve my vagina. Akin to a grisly crime scene, inserting my menstrual cup is a bloody battle, one that often ends with me shouting “open!!” repeatedly at my own labia.

2. Removing my Mooncup - The most recent effort involved my boyfriend sprinting to my flat with a pair of kitchen tongs, whilst donning a novelty apron that made him look like he was dressed in a soutane. What happened next was simultaneously the most terrifying and hilarious experience of my life, (think Father Ted meets Saw).

3. Inventing diseases - Last week after taking some new medication I experienced a headache, itchy feet and a sore arm. Googling the side effects I concluded I had developed a very rare and incurable brain disease. When my flatmate returned home to find me writing my will, she handed me paracetamol, pulled off my woolly socks and reminded me I'd made a meringue earlier that day.

4. Being a good daughter - I still have no idea how old my parents are, I think they're in their 50’s but I can’t be sure.

5. Testing my relationship - Asking my boyfriend questions like,“where's the largest mole on my body?” or “how many pets dead and alive have I owned?”, then immediately chastising him if he gets the answer wrong. It doesn’t mean he no longer loves you, it just means your armpit is a particularly hard place to spot a mole.

6. Maintaining a balanced diet - Congratulating myself every time I eat a jar of olives because they’re basically one of my five a day. This also applies to lime pickle, mango chutney and ketchup.

7. Capturing Memories - Every photo I’ve ever taken is tarnished by one of my very large, very sweaty fingers. This has given way to a Where's Wally style game usually lost by myself after I mistake my own limb for a bald tourist.

8. Lying to avoid social interaction - I recently found a text I’d sent last Halloween that read: “Sorry not gonna make it to the party tnyt…dressed as a hobbit and they won’t let me on the train barefoot”. Really?

9. Reinventing myself - Basing your look on something you’ve coined “sultry Parisian olive grower ” is not acceptable, especially when you add, “at the club”, to the end of it, (even if that only happens three Saturdays a year).

10. Developing an eclectic music taste - Having an opera playlist on Spotify titled “Pavahottie” does not qualify.

11. Setting unrealistic goals - Stop writing long lists about your failings as a fully functioning human being and instead do something productive. Life, like Mooncups, is messy.

Ella Mottram / @ellamollymott





An invitation to notice things in slo-mo, spinning around in circles, growing with a child, sharing care, learning patience, time grinds 

to 

halt,

zooming into a small hula hoop on the ground and zooming out of the universe with a new perspective. 


Nadia Rossi / @stinking_earthfan





growing


curled into a corner, i forget i have skin, hidden by blankets and winter socks. the great british summertime; grey and wet. in the aftermath of mania, i am reborn and must parent myself once more - slow wriggles out of bed and ice cold showers, a brutal reminder i have a body. tentative walks outside begin again. i didn’t mean to buy those sunflowers - they’re too tall. too bright. too much. and yet as i watch them – unmovable, defiant – petals desperate as they stretch out to jupiter,

i wonder if i, too, can grow.

ah, yes. i would like to be a sunflower, tiptoeing my way to heaven.


Rox Kashun https://medium.com/@roxiekashun




Beau McCarthy





This Place Once Shone

I stand here, outside the gated garden of Eden that played host to my childhood, an intruder in my own kingdom, a sterile, artificial coat of cotton conformity suffocates my ambition, I don’t belong here but neither do these walls, so I transcend time and mind before this haven was battered by society, before this dreamscape was seized by authority, before the only one who still cared was me, and I am snapped back to reality.

Beyond twenty foot of chain linked refusal lies, from a canvas of potential, a palace AstroTurfed, bold warnings plaster the sealed gates, declaring they are watching, round the clock like the wheels that no longer trace the parchment concrete, as arsons they are stopping all progress, as traitors to their own cause the fire of hope they tirelessly try to suppress.

This place once held a community, this place made a man of me, brought tenacity, his place holds memories, with fragments of those memories I rebuilt makeshift apparatus, utilise my individuality and act shamelessly, I glance fondly at scars rewarded from a decade of practice, I am present in the geography that was for most of my life my moral compass, I crumble heartbroken at the loss of an idea that dealt more education than any seductress, an instrument that stood the rest of time, not physically but I wear its effect like a tattoo.

This place discovered me, churned talent from aimless energy, this place showed me the only thing that could complete me was self, and with that realisation came great wealth, I stood royalty in a deserted kingdom, my only decibels pals of my childhood friend’s younger brother, pathetic? Subjective, whatever.

Amidst the isolation of the daily grind I struggled to find the balance betweenthe coping, split knees and a broken glass riddled dismount, what society wanted, and what humanity needed, I am but one man, I could not defend this kingdom alone, ghost and graffiti accompanies as my sacred place falls apart around me, I take a personal day and in my absence the kingdom is glassed.

Like a bully to a sand castle they flattened everything, the place that raised me, personified the therapist that pulled me back to ability, the shoulder to cry on when darkness was all I could see, the architecture that in its baron state crowned me, like cutting the safety rope I plummet to what remains of the place of my origin, my second home demolished, as a vagabond I exist an orphan.

I shed a tear, inhale deep and smile for you’re still here, in everything you represented, everything you encouraged, the optimism, all the dreams I’ve achieved from in your belly I first envisioned, owed to you and you live on, every decision I make, everything that I’ve put at stake, the borders I cross and the boundaries I continue break.

The blood I spilt which watered your gardens, the torn flesh I fed you for sustenance, the childhood I graced you with, repaid in what you first introduced to me, presence.



Elliott James Pettitt / @elliott_james_pettitt








I made this image as a response to my work as a care worker throughout coronavirus. This has been a time in which some relationships have grown and deepened, and others lost entirely. We have felt suspended in time and yet so much has happened. There has been a sense of powerlessness and anger at the situation. The best medicine so far is learning to laugh at every opportunity, eat, drink,read and rest together. 


Bryony Budd





Grating, gritty, Gross, gigantic, Grief, gorgeous, Great, grappling, Growth


Shona McInally / @shonamcinally



Tiana / @aspacebetween.co.uk



Emily / @aspacebetween.co.uk








Charlotte Simmons / @garden_charl






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'Words during Covid’ we are setting word prompts & you can respond to it in any way you wish. We thought it could be interesting and hopefully a cathartic activity to do in this time of quarantining, and to create a collaborative diary of sorts. It's a challenging time right now, we hope you are all holding up okay & taking it easy. Thank you for sending us all your responses!


2nd word: Time


Time

It seems to me

that the health of the mind

is entirely down to the shape

Time wants to take that day

sometimes

Time pushes the future so far away

youths are gutted by immortality

i’m so fucked trying to fill my mind’s own eternity

but sometimes the past is too far back

Time’s a catapult clinging

casting you forward

toward

crashing

ambition

am I a grown up now? am I grown?

then on the good days

you won’t even notice

Time might leave you alone

for a moment

and this is the kindest thing Time can do

like the lover who knows what’s best for you both

it’s only in leaving you that

time loves you.

Sean Lìonadh / @lion.adh


Coco Lom / @_cocolom_ As many other artists are finding, most of my commissioned projects have been cancelled / postponed, leaving me with a lot of ‘time'. For me, ‘time' during lock-down has meant more ‘play-time’. I’ve enjoyed exploring ideas and experimenting in ways that I might not have had the space to do so in my busy day-to-day routines before lock-down. For example, here you can see a series of printouts from my printer as it started to run out of ink last week. I found something very calming about watching each image glitch a little bit more than the last. A reminder to future self - embrace a dying printer cartridge...









Ida Henrich / @idahenrich


This is the COVID-pot which explores what will be said about this time in the future.





Zoe Bruce





Time


3 lines of (debatable) enquiry looking for a good home... 

- The right time is often now

- Growing up makes you both more, and less like yourself

- Time spent with the right people is never wasted


Quarry / @quarrywastaken









Sam Wood /@samwooddoowmas








Elliott James Pettitt https://www.facebook.com/pg/BeKindPoets/posts/?ref=page_internal









Sinéad Meier / @uptosineadigans







TIME IS AGAINST US

Time is running out, like a phone battery spent on envying someone else’s life, addicted to a device where you only see what society wants you to see, look past the screen, raise your gaze, catch your own reflection, squint through the glare, sweetheart you shine so bright, against these false voices in your head you must fight.

In this very moment best do what you can, everyone knows the storm is close at hand, this, that, everything gleams, the cacophony of everyday, this digital age uploads everything, it’s obscene, though it’s the wonder of the uncaptured that fuels our flame, it’s the frame of each motion of the butterfly’s wing that lights the fire, not instafame.

My dear I write this as a gentle reminder, nothing is permanent, everything chances, instant by instant we grow closer to an end, empires rise but eventually crumble, in the wake of the storm nothing emerges intact, what goes up must come down, words to that effect.

Though this is not about impermanence, this is a wake up call, like a siren’s song, rise from your sheets, in the end all those dreams will prove obsolete, take the long route, unveil the secret garden, hop the fence, bite the forbidden fruit, understand life is a fleeting gift, never a burden, take a breath, inhale deep, view your environment with childlike glee as if you were again ten.

Take the path less tread, be audacious, drown out the insistent lies of dread, again and again walk your own path, leave those bastard nothing from which to be fed, enter into those great halls uninvited, swallow false idols and breathe in their feast, my dear this is an endearment you are the beast.

Beautiful you must dance, dance as we never had the chance, hit your stride before the final crushendo, my dear we are all mere mortal.


Elliott James Pettitt






Matt Spratt / @joanna_drink



Gia Greenwood / @xgiagreenwoodx


It's called turned to stone/frozen in time and is a commentary on the fact that for a lot of us now, life has been paused / frozen / stopped and delayed and it's hard and frustrating. The snakes symbolise Medusa, who like the virus has turned many people figuratively to stone.





WHEN THIS IS OVER

When this is over I’ll get black out drunk, not intentionally I’ll just get carried away in the festivities, kiss the most beautiful person in the room, not being intrusive, a gentle press of the lips showing my gratitude, intimacy of the utmost respect for the anomaly that lights up the room.

When this is over I’ll travel the world like I’d always promised, sailing these seas on a hand crafted vessel always mindful of my intake, travelling to foreign shores, embracing each new adventure, celebrating the law of impermanence and each’s fleeting nature.

When this is over I’ll love like never before, compassion disarming frivolities, moving into a new age of an eternal honeymoon, the weightlessness never losing its novelty, each day filled with blossoming butterflies, sitting still appreciating the dawning and setting pallets of an ever changing skyline.

When this is over we’ll touch each other just because we can, social distance will be reserved for games of hide and seek, the feel of touch the modern day forbidden fruit will taste sinfully sweet, this new age of harmony will like a flower down a soldier’s gun barrel disallow armies.

When this is over we shall remain exactly how we emerged, untied and humble, the world will carry each of its nations, supported and prepared to catch each should they stumble, priorities will be rethought, the reward, the recognition shifting to those heroes who stood brave against adversity, those who acted in the belly of sorrow, those who fought relentlessly so there would be a tomorrow, to those heroes we owe our everything, to those heroes for their work so far and in anticipation of the miracles that lie ahead we say thank you.

Elliott James Pettitt https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCQQDT1IFdJXPfeFSJrsg29A








Words by Séimí Rowan, Illustration by Darragh Moss @dazmoss







Adam Ogwu / @lab.coats








Ida Henrich / @idahenrich








- Elliott James Pettitt / https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCQQDT1IFdJXPfeFSJrsg29A

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'Words during Covid’ each week we shall set a word prompt & you can respond to it in any way you wish. We thought it could be interesting and hopefully a cathartic activity to do in this time of quarantining, and to create a collaborative diary of sorts. It's a challenging time right now, we hope you are all holding up okay & taking it easy. 💜


1st word: Comfortable


- Thank you to everyone who submitted to our first prompt, please see the responses below.




- Robert Thomas James Mills / @sllimtrebor





(COMFORTABLE)

// WALKING IN THE OUTDOOR BREEZE, IT ALMOST COMES WITH EASE THAT I BEGIN TO EMBRACE THE SUBTLE SILENCE THAT CREEPS UPON THE AFTERNOON HEAT, THAT SOARS THE HILLS ALONG THE PINK BLOSSOMING SUNNY STREET, THROUGH MY HEADPHONES AND ALONG TO THIS DILLA BEAT.

STRUT LIKE NO ONE IS WATCHING, BECAUSE REALLY, NO-ONE IS, IT’S A GHOST TOWN.

THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT THE VULNERABILITY OF THE AIR THAT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I’M THERE. IN AMONGST THE SOULS OF NATURE WHO ARE USUALLY SILENCED BY THE SOUNDS OF EVERYDAY CHAOS. THEY FINALLY HAVE A VOICE. I HEAR YOU. BIRDS, SING YOUR SWEET MELODIES. BUZZ, BABY BUMBLE BEE. BE FREE.

NEW HOBBIES; 40 SIT UPS, “10 MORE!!!”, NO I CAN’T! IN THE CONRER I GO, I PANT; 2 MINS AND I’M BACK AT IT AGAIN. FINISH I DO. OUT OF BREATH I AM. WATER I NEED, DETERMINATION I BREED. KEEP GOING I WILL.

LOOKING FOR FREEDOM DISTANT IN THE SEA, ONLY CAN WE WISH, FOR NOT ARE WE. //

- annonymous




- Zoe Bruce





Comfortable


A 3-course meal of (debatable) food for thought...


- There's no greater source of discomfort than trying to make an unhappy person feel comfortable


- Nobody has ever felt simultaneously unsafe and comfortable


- Being comfortable with being uncomfortable, is to embrace the unknown and trust that you'll find a way



- Quarry @quarrywastaken 






- Sammi Lynch / @sammijlynch






- Adam Ogwu / @lab.coats






- Caroline Gillies @carolineg.design





Period & Breakfast Should Never Meet

The end of the world must have been coming

When I woke up this morning.

Brain fog ended up in

Messed up porridge oats

Exploding on

Bare unshaved legs.

I looked down at

My blistering skin and

The cotton of my shorts

Stained with

Blooming blood.

Burn still stinging,

Redness expanding,

I started crying.

The end of the world must have been ending

When you woke up this morning.

Your careless feet stepped

On the crumbs

Paving the kitchen floor,

But you didn’t ask why

I stood there sobbing

As the splatter arose

Shame within me.

You ignored it, as we spread it

Onto buttery toast.

So I forgot my period flow;

The world turned slow;

I let everything go.

- Angèle Eliane @angeleeliane


- Aarron Bradshaw






- Lucy Watkins / @gwyneth____paltrow






- Xuan / @themenu_byxuan



- Lucy Grainge / @_lucygr




- Zoe Bruce




Thank you so much for all your submissions, it was exciting seeing them come through, we hope you enjoyed creating & reading the responses.

Keep an eye out for the next word prompt........ L & J x

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