Emma Campbell-WebsterThe heart breaks beautifully.The flaying skin That’s hanging in Thin tattered shreds: The weathered threads With which we weave The swaddling cloth — That something…Jan 22, 20181Jan 22, 20181
Emma Campbell-WebsterTiny BeingLittle scrap of thread lying on the duvet. Tiny being, your very existence in physical form is a miracle. Apparently matieral, but…Dec 29, 20171Dec 29, 20171
Emma Campbell-WebsterSolsticeThe lowering dark creeps in. Cold winter wraps its arms Around my feet and Wicks its way up To my heart.Dec 21, 20171Dec 21, 20171
Emma Campbell-WebsterWalking the Road Less Traveled“What are you working on at the moment?”Dec 4, 20171Dec 4, 20171
Emma Campbell-WebsterBook Spine PoetryThese are the books above the desk I’m working at today in my co-working space. After staring at them for a long time, I decided to write a…Aug 22, 20171Aug 22, 20171
Emma Campbell-WebsterHow Lin-Manuel Miranda And Some Really Good Wigs Reminded Me What MattersI’m in the middle of another one of my dark afternoons of the soul. I’ve been squirming in my fancy Soho House seat for hours, trying to…Aug 17, 2017Aug 17, 2017
Emma Campbell-WebsterThe Still Point of ConsciousnessWaiting to cross the busy road, I close my eyes.May 17, 2017May 17, 2017
Emma Campbell-WebsterSatanic Airlines Flight 666 to HellAn allegory of AwakeningMay 2, 2017May 2, 2017
Emma Campbell-WebsterThe Stillness Through It AllI’m the peace beneath the chaos, I’m the stillness in the storm, I’m the bitter, northeast winter, And the flame that keeps you warm.Apr 8, 20171Apr 8, 20171