Sinuous ensnaring bewitchment

I've talked about Pauline of In My Body's House before.

Her writing is haunting, gripping you in a vice. Sentences are not classically structured, and it gives the words even more depth and description. Pauline's writing is unlike any other and I have to be honest and admit here that nothing gets me more excited than the realisation that another post is up.

An excerpt from this girl's gorgeous writing (post titled 'meteors'):

"We spread the blanket on the wet grass and lie down.

The meteors shooting through the sky,
through the branches of the wet trees moving in the wind. He
sings to me.

Locusts.

I close my eyes.

"-tell me what it's like," I say.

and he puts his hand over my eyes, he pulls me against him.

"its like a snow globe," he says. I can feel him smile,
his teeth against my neck.

We laid there. The stars faded into the dawn. Dew on our faces.
The meteors, faint in the sky.
They were like lines traced into water, but I would remember where they were written."

Tell me you don't feel it, that the writing doesn't take hold of you and wrap its sinuous limbs around you, ensnaring you to its structure and prose and content, capturing you in a bewitching spell.

Go check out In My Body's House. Pauline is beautiful. Her work? Even more so.


In other news, I am ill once again. I'm beginning to worry about my immune system. I seem to have caught the majority of the onslaught of colds and flus that have bypassed us this winter. Still, it's a cold and nothing more. Just annoying is all. So instead of digging up outfit shots, I decided to share with you a picture I took a little while back. It's of Hillarys Boat Harbour and inspires serenity every time I look at it.

Hope it inspires you too.