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Mookychick
8M ago
Mediorite is a London video production agency specialising in diverse charity and corporate video production with social impact. It’s also a social enterprise which trains and hires young people like this Junior Producer.
With a social enterprise video production agency like Mediorite, you’ll produce authentic short films. Yes, even whilst making corporate videos for the construction sector.
Mediorite is an award-winning social enterprise. It’s also a corporate video production agency. As a result, it specialises in areas like construction video production. Think that sounds too commercial for ..read more
Mookychick
4y ago
As of 2021, Mookychick is on hiatus!
Since our inception in 2005, Mookychick has been a pioneering and progressive community that has been more than the sum of its parts. We are so proud of our community of people and writers, and as of this year we are on hiatus. We hope you’ll agree that our team deserves a well-earned rest!
In over 15 years, we have achieved so much together. Mookychick was probably the very first magazine to combine feminism and magic. In the days before Twitter, Instagram and most other social platforms, the Mookychick forum was a safe space for people to come together an ..read more
Mookychick
4y ago
Toadskin
i.
I can’t tell you how many times
I’ve stood on the bridge to throw stones,
every one landing in the mud, burying itself slowly beneath
watercress and wood nettles
It seems aimless I know
and the crows have taken to gathering to cheer or cackle—
We watch each other warily and though I have a few secret tricks
they know I am no threat
I wish I could dance and make swans flush from my sleeves,
a carpet so marvelous it can only be told in a poem
or bread with stories carved in its clever crust
There are things which must be done
and I cannot seem to do them
my pockets empty of fortunes ..read more
Mookychick
4y ago
OCD
Obsessive compulsive disorder
is a whisper you can’t hear
in the clutter of papered thoughts
you laboured over all day
pinned silence as you record
minute by minute minutiae
threads of script you try and try
to straighten out
Obsessive compulsive disorder
is three hours of peak time beats
as we probe memories, break words
on each other, struggle to dig up
that quote from that movie at that time
stringent spirited brain, relentless
restless until it is found
a relic of yesterday
Obsessive compulsive disorder
is how the wardrobe vomits
p ..read more
Mookychick
4y ago
Old Growth
Twilight hums around me as I step
outside. The air is crisp and nibbles
my fingertips as I hug myself
against the gathering dusk.
The hay crushes sweet beneath
my bare feet, wandering
towards the orchard. The trees
sing to me, old songs with forgotten
words, wind and leaves
their voices. Memories stir,
of something hovering
at the edge of light,
waiting
A solitary crow alights upon a
withered branch, shrieking
its harsh call, a warning. I shake
my head, as if the very action
might dislodge the ghosts
afloat in my head, among the shadows
lengthening at bases of
trunks. Blue-purple bl ..read more
Mookychick
4y ago
Evoking Awen
Your stream is anything
but shallow and clear
—it is deep muddy
a current churns strong
below unruffled surface.
Eager meaninglessness
like wolfsbane may repel
one you want to run with.
Word-seeds invisible
among tangle of weeds.
Think what you wish to find
and forget about finding it.
Look at what you stumble
over eyes on ground,
that bit of grass.
Dowse deeper a fresh spring
less eager more meaningful.
Why do you want to know?
—my child in response
to an e ..read more
Mookychick
4y ago
Our World
& it seems we are now glowing green
succulents stuck in ceramic pots growing
into the light like anti-vampires
one day we’ll escape, become part of a machine
that hardly works & create our own tableau
in a stranger’s living room, maybe in Vermont,
maybe inside of an empty snail shell
& we’ll eat sunflakes for breakfast in vineyards
just like we always talked about in our potholes
beside the window wishing we can carry
the world in our leaves.
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Mookychick
4y ago
The Cailleach Wakes in Finland
Samhain’s drum rattles me
from my stone sleep.
Gone are my cauldron and plaid,
yet a deep-cast cloak of snow
crunches beneath my boots.
Old Hag.
I could be at home here,
welcome the bite of cold air,
cracking my icy joints
on the bones of it.
Veiled One.
The sand-dry snow tears my skin.
My heroes have vanished,
our stories unknown.
I am wandering,
fateless, banished.
Queen of Winter.
Even my blessed deer differ here,
herded and tamed to pull sledges,
not wandering free.
Turning their furred noses
from my protection,
they run to the slaughter.
Grey Eyebrows.
My sl ..read more
Mookychick
4y ago
Dawn
When I was born
Too many stars winked in the sky and
The ocean almost drowned in moons.
I was born
Between the twelve houses
Belonging to all the constellations
And none.
I heard a butterfly
Flutter in the night
Watched a raindrop slide down a hemp leaf
Saw a honeybee proudly guarding its hive.
When I was born
The sun was angry
Ready to burn the planets constantly
Pinching him.
I was born
To appease him
To gentle his attack on the world
To freeze him.
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Mookychick
4y ago
The deserted carpark sits precariously perched on top of the cliff. ‘Are you sure it’s wise to be so close?’ Jenny says as Robin brings the car to a stop. He laughs. The dark-haired man, who has been sat in her seat at the front, watches amused at the domestic altercation. Reluctantly she climbs out of the back seat, followed by the red-haired woman, whose name she can’t remember.
Robin starts down the path, insisting they can make it to the beach and back before the light recedes.
The spineless sand puts up no resistance when they arrive. Several standing stones monito ..read more