Hole In The Hedgerow

Poetry, Stories, and Other Musings With Spilt Ink

  • The Constellations Between Your Freckles

    I hope I get the time, To name the constellations I draw between your freckles. Continue reading

  • Props on a Stage

    I want to live in a destination. For touring tourists and passerby. Our house a little speck in the wrinkled corner of any postcard you could buy. Continue reading

  • The Night Bus Sleepers

    “We are not nocturnal or diurnal, we’re the sleep deprived and tired. We are strong dreamers. We hold our head high even while sleeping. Our hands and cold hard glass our pillow- we need little else.” Continue reading

  • Birdbaths in her Palms

    When it rains in this chaotic city, it pours, causing chaos and awe. The powerful rain transforms the city and its people into a symphony of water and emotions. Continue reading

  • Paper Boats

    As a child, she would release paper boats with letters for fairies into a stream. Even grown, she continued this tradition, realizing it was her grandfather writing back to her, infusing their bond with magic. Continue reading

  • Concrete Pigeons

    Living inside a concrete cube, feeling disconnected and seeking solace on the rooftop. By feeding pigeons, they observe the city being consumed by a sea of grey- the untamed nature of urban life. Continue reading

  • How to Build a Sandcastle

    A sandcastle construction, defended by elaborate shell people and a valiant battle against the encroaching tide is ultimately defeated. The sole survivor searches in vain for any remnants of the kingdom, all lost to the relentless sea. Continue reading

  • Welcome to This Hole in the Hedgerow

    Welcome travelers. The purposefully lost, the jaded anarchists, and the bloodied knuckled pacifists. Welcome friends, new and old, the usuals, the newcomers, the frequenters, and the casually late. Welcome to the travelers, the runaways, vagabonds, commuters, and the lost. The strangers, the outsiders, locals, and passerbys. Welcome to the ones life dealt a bad hand,… Continue reading

  • The Lighthouse

    Amidst the perpetual clash of land and sea, a resilient lighthouse stands as a symbol of endurance. Despite the relentless forces surrounding it, the lighthouse remains, its light extinguished but its presence unwavering. As the elements persist in their battle, the lighthouse serves as a poignant reminder of impermanence in an ever-changing world. Continue reading

  • One Day…

    Sally, drawn to the seashore, contemplates the perpetual struggle of the waves and the longing for the distant horizon. Watching the moon’s descent, she feels a kinship with its unattainable connection to the earth. As the waves retreat, Sally senses the earth’s desire to keep her grounded, but she hears the call of the unknown,… Continue reading