Thursday, September 22, 2016

Living simply

Before I moved into my 32sqm studio flat I read a lot about how to make small space living work. Some advice was helpful and some less so, but reading it all helped me clarify how I wanted it to be.

The advice that didn't work for me

Look for furniture with built-in storage. This may be good advice for those who want to cram as much stuff as possible into a small space but that's not me. For storage I have a double wardrobe. Half is hanging space for clothes with shelves top and bottom and the other half has five shelves for miscellaneous stuff - spare light-bulbs, computer accessories, hairdryer, camera, torch, candles, wrapping paper, sunglasses, stationary, random-word pots, paperwork, bedding, games, printer, chargers etc. Pretty much everything that I don't want out in plain view, except coats and shoes which live in the small cupboard in the hall. Having one main general storage space makes it easier to see what I've got and find things when I need them. One thing that works surprisingly well (it wasn't planned) is that the middle shelf, below the paperwork, has pull-out storage bins, leaving a space at the front clear for opening mail, sorting and filing papers.

Store your books and music digitally. I have a Kindle and an mp3 player which I use occasionally, especially while travelling, but I choose to devote space to printed books, journals and a small CD and DVD collection. I like having certain things in physical form. Just as I love my laptop but sometimes prefer hand writing, it's a different experience, one doesn't completely replace the other.

The advice that did work for me

Zone areas. My studio is one rectangular room partially divided into two square areas so that I have four main blank walls. At either end are doors leading to the balcony and the entrance hall/bathroom. I've made each of the main walls into distinct functional areas that serve as bedroom/lounge, reading/writing area, kitchen/diner and general purpose storage area. This makes me feel as if I am moving between different environments even though they are all within the one room. The two main seating areas make use of darker and stronger colours while the kitchen and storage are mainly white.


Have multi-purpose furniture. I've always felt it's a waste of space having a permanently made-up bed, so I have a sofa-bed. During the day my bedroom becomes my lounging area with no more effort than making a bed would be. Three plain white tables - two rectangular of different heights and one round adjustable height - serve as writing desks, coffee tables, dining tables, computer desks or whatever is required.


What I enjoy most about living in a studio is the way it's easy to manage, leaving me plenty of time to do things I enjoy more than household chores. It's not about feeling constrained or limited, it's about having everything I need but no more.


As simple as possible but no simpler.








equinox
morning light reaches
the writing desk




(Furniture from Ikea and Made.com)

Friday, September 09, 2016

Ma

I've been thinking for a while that I could use this blog to air some thoughts on minimalism of various kinds as well as using it as a central place to collect my published work. I've been thinking about it but haven't done anything about it. That's mainly because I've used the last year, since I took early retirement last summer, as a pause in which to think about what I want to do next. I've used it as a sort of 'white space' - something similar to the Japanese concept of 'ma' - to wait and see what would come into it.

Wednesday, September 07, 2016

olive trees
a twist of vein
in an old man's thigh

One Hundred Gourds 4:4 September 2015
Galaxy of Dust. Red Moon Anthology 2015

Tuesday, September 06, 2016

defence stocks rise
another town reduced
to smoking rubble

Presence No.54 February 2016

Monday, August 08, 2016

spring garden
the child inside begins
to share her secrets

Blithe Spirit Vol.26 No.2 May 2016
we travel in silence
while I try not to see
the signs

Blithe Spirit Vol.26 No.2 May 2016
new love
introduces me to
a different kind of blues

Blithe Spirit Vol.26 No.2 May 2016

Thursday, May 26, 2016

Incoming

It's a nightmare world, freedom is an illusion, I never really got away. I wander in a wasteland and find the old house. All the walls are broken down. I'm frustrated to be back here, trapped here, so I struggle to escape. I struggle in my sleep and find I'm flying. I see familiar places on the ground. The buildings are derelict, the roads potholed, and I'm afraid to come back down to earth. I dream of making contact, tuning in to the calm voice of air traffic control, speaking to someone who can bring me in safely to a place that's not a war zone.

an incoming wave
deposits debris
on the beach

Blithe Spirit Vol.26 No.1 February 2016

Thursday, February 25, 2016

the ocean passes
mysteriously beneath
this floating world

Blithe Spirit 25.4 November 2015
drone footage
can't see through
the fog of war

Blithe Spirit 25.4 November 2015

Saturday, February 20, 2016

Flow

Brick dust rising and the sound of heavy machinery from the roadworks, on the far side of the park. A regular beat of metal on metal, four beats then a pause, then four more beats. A saw, rasping, grinding, in short bursts, against something resistant. The machines and the clothing, hard hats and hi-vis vests, flash with light from the low sun. The traffic, reduced to a single lane, stops and starts to the rhythm of the signals, red, amber, green.  I'm drawn with a quality of fascination to the labour of road building, reconstruction, urban orthopedics. The physical forces involved in cutting through, straightening, taking apart to rebuild in a form better suited to future flow. The slow healing of arterial routes.

tall poppies
a brightness beneath
the approaching storm

Presence 53 October 2015
Galaxy of Dust. Red Moon Anthology 2015
passing clouds
travelling without
a destination

Presence 53 October 2015
inarticulate desire
the first warm
of spring

Presence 53 October 2015
every day
it takes a little longer
to recall
all the things lost
never to return

Presence 53 October 2015

Thursday, February 18, 2016

Doing NaHaiWriMo again.

Tuesday, January 05, 2016

midsummer night
in a room that overlooks the sea
the ebb and flow

Blithe Spirit Vol.25 No.3 August 2015

a soft light
rising long before
the dawn

Blithe Spirit Vol.25 No.3 August 2015
morning calm
a shaft of sunlight
moves across the wall

British Haiku Society Member's Anthology 2015 'Edge'

Thursday, September 03, 2015


Anchors

I live in my own world much of the time. Everything there is in constant flow - air and water and pure energy. Sometimes I feel the need for fixed points in the outside world, to help me keep my bearings. When the waves threaten to carry me away I need anchors that can be put down, temporarily. At other times I crave dry land, weight, and solidity. The trilithons of Stonehenge have a permanence that I find calming. Even the towering blocks of apartments in the city center can be comforting, as they enclose and define a manageable space in which to live. Taking time each day to focus and notice even the small and insignificant - wild flowers sprouting from the city walls, the tangled roots of trees - can help to ground me and stop the panicky sensation that I might spin off into space. Even now I can feel the earth shift under my feet. I have yet to find bedrock.

cast loose
from the North Star
skylark song

Presence #52 June 2015

Friday, July 17, 2015

in the evening
of a long, hot
summer day
a stranger's shadow
merges with mine

Soft Thunder. British Haiku Society Tanka Awards 2014/15
I lie awake
listening to the small noises
of my neighbours
the calls of city birds
late into the night

Soft Thunder. British Haiku Society Tanka Awards 2014/15
she becomes
the ocean in his dream
of drowning

Presence #51 December 2014
his blue scrubs
just a shade darker
than the sky

Presence #51 December 2014
afterglow
I learn to hold
the light inside

Presence #51 December 2014
sunset sky
a peach halved
around the stone

Presence #51 December 2014
reflected light
the thought that you can
change your mind

Blithe Spirit Vol.25 No.2 May 2015
a closed book
and on opening it
the blank pages

Blithe Spirit Vol.25 No.2 May 2015
a dream
within the dream
a sleeper

Blithe Spirit Vol.25 No.2 May 2015

Saturday, May 30, 2015

the pull of gravity
and a turning tide
before I know it
a decision
takes me

Blithe Spirit Vol 25, No 1 February 2015
midwinter
at the darkest hour
recalling
how everything can change
from one moment to the next

Blithe Spirit Vol 25, No 1 February 2015
spilling over
over and over
the waterfall

One Hundred Gourds 4:1 December 2014
sunlight through leaves
the nurse in search
of a vein

One Hundred Gourds 4:1 December 2014
my fingers
fumble
but I touch
the stars
with my eyes

One Hundred Gourds 4:1 December 2014
the bird
has flown, and yet
he left me
the tilt of his head
the look in his eye

One Hundred Gourds 4:1 December 2014

Thursday, April 02, 2015

Doing the Poem a Day challenge on Writer's Digest during April  http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides

Saturday, December 20, 2014

rain drops
into the hollowness
of empty pots

BHS Anthology 2014 'Sound'

Thursday, December 18, 2014

sometimes
you give
so much
I can't take it
anymore

Blithe Spirit Vol.24 No.4 November 2014
learning to trust
in my own buoyancy
the ocean
and the slow ecstacy
of letting go

Blithe Spirit Vol.24 No.4 November 2014
the moment
when you find something
and think
yes
THIS!

Blithe Spirit Vol.24 No.4 November 2014

Saturday, November 22, 2014

as if to remind me
that the world can still
surprise me
my poems came back
as a song

A Hundred Gourds 3:4 September 2014
I finally forgave you
for not answering
those letters
that I wrote to you
and never sent

A Hundred Gourds 3:4 September 2014
in a dream
of broken ground, twisted rails
and ruined buildings
I am a plane
that flies above it all

Skylark 2:2 Winter 2014
discomforts
I've grown accustomed to
the old fridge makes
a hum I only notice
when it stops

Skylark 2:2 Winter 2014

Monday, September 15, 2014

spring rain
falls softly, steadily
all day
the sadness
comes and goes in waves

Blithe Spirit  Vol.24 No.3 August 2014
on the day I hear
that you are never
coming back
I play the same song
over and over

Blithe Spirit  Vol.24 No.3 August 2014

one summer's day
measured only
by the sun
the rest of our lives
seemed like forever

Blithe Spirit  Vol.24 No.3 August 2014
the seeds
I've held all winter
baby's breath

Blithe Spirit  Vol.24 No.3 August 2014
the estate agent
never even mentioned it -
goldfinch song

Presence #50 July 2014
she asks
if he has any
real friends
the pain of someone
half a world away

Presence #50 July 2014
half a tin
of whitewash
in a dark corner
things I can't
use or part with

Presence #50 July 2014
for so many years
you helped to light
the way
today the path leads
through a darker place

For Martin

Presence #50 July 2014

Friday, September 12, 2014

Lost property

You must have
left her with me
by mistake

maybe you put her down
to pick up your coffee cup

many years ago
when we were younger
and less careful

we sometimes let
our paths cross
with those of strangers

as if we didn't know
the dangers

I've tried not to
let myself think of her
as mine

but I've become used to
having her around

she's grown a little wiser
over all the years
I've kept her

just in case
one day you
want her back.

 (Oldie revised.)
older now
I dream that you still
sing to me
and that I write
poems for you

Castles in the Sand TSA 2002 Members Anthology
trying to switch on a light that already is late October

Modern Haiku Vol.43 No.1 Winter/Spring 2012
the backs of books
belonging to a neighbour
I don't know

Modern Haiku Vol.43 No.1 Winter/Spring 2012
the approaching storm
carries ahead of it
a red balloon

Presence #45 January 2012
cumulus
I realise I've lived
all my life on islands

Presence #45 January 2012

Also at http://www.katikati.co.nz/kk_text/haiku.html

swirl of wind
the sound of laughter
from a courtyard garden

Presence #45 January 2012
crescent moon
no expression on the face
of the doll

Modern Haiku Vol,43 No.2 Summer 2012
my neighbours
at their windows too
attracted
by the violence
of the storm

Presence #46 June 2012
after the concert
wild music
of the wind

Blithe Spirit Vol.22 No.3 August 2012
that old wish
before I can stop it
falling star

Blithe Spirit Vol.22 No.3 August 2012
interwoven
with the evening breeze
the blackbird's song

Blithe Spirit Vol.22 No.3 August 2012
jubilee bunting
reaches only halfway
round the pub

Blithe Spirit Vol.22 No.3 August 2012
waking again
to find it dark
then in the stillness
the first birds
begin to sing

Blithe Spirit Vol.22 No.3 August 2012
on a book
on the earth
dust has settled

Presence #47 December 2012
lava field
aware I'm walking
on a planet

Presence #47 December 2012

Wednesday, May 07, 2014

and


Am I a traditionalist or an innovator? No. I refuse to roost in either pigeon hole. Quite often I work within (self-imposed) constraints. Sometimes I like to see what happens when I turn things upside down, add pepper and give them a shake. When it seems right I'll write whatever comes into my head, just as it comes. Other days I edit, edit and edit again. I don't follow masters, especially not self-styled ones, but I know stars when I see them and I've got the sense to use them to navigate by. I do like a good metaphor. And plain, simple, direct language. And ambiguity. And the common or garden seen afresh. And the marvellously strange. And, and, and! Not either/or.