From Vol. i
The kettle is the most honest thing in the house.
It does not ask why you are up. It just begins to sing.
Read the rest ii. The library A shelf of
A shelf of
small, held
things.
Two slim volumes of poems, signed by hand and printed on uncoated cream. A third quietly under way.
A small luminous place
i
Held, and other quiet things
ii
A note for a soft Sunday
iii
The Slow Letter, vols. 01 to 52
Poem · No. iv The one I keep
The one I keep
coming back to.
Four small lines, written in October. The whole collection rests on this one. Read it the way you would unwrap a small parcel.
From, Held no. iv
Some days
arrive on tiptoe,
asking nothing
but to be held.
Kaitlyn van Wyk · iv · 26
The volumes Two books,
Two books,
made slowly,
by hand.
Each printed in small runs on uncoated cream, letterpress cover, signed by the author. Wrapped in plum twine, sent with a handwritten note.
Volume i · mmxxiv
A small
luminous
place
luminous
place
Volume i.
A small luminous place
The debut collection. Poems written between 2019 and 2024, mostly by lamplight, mostly in the kitchen, almost always with the kettle on.
£24 Order a copy
Volume ii · mmxxv
Held,
and other
quiet things
and other
quiet things
Volume ii.
Held, and other quiet things
Companion to the first, this one is louder about being held. Poems for the in between hours, with a small section of recipes folded in at the back.
£26 Order a copy
Small joys are the most serious kind. A pear, just ripe. A page, just turning. Slow days are not lost days. The room changes when you make the small thing well. Small joys are the most serious kind. A pear, just ripe. A page, just turning. Slow days are not lost days. The room changes when you make the small thing well. Small joys are the most serious kind. A pear, just ripe. A page, just turning. Slow days are not lost days. The room changes when you make the small thing well.
A small sampler Three poems,
Three poems,
to taste
before you buy.
Each pulled from one of the collections. Treat them like the first sip of something warm.
From Vol. ii
What I learned from the second cup of coffee.
That waiting can be a kindness, given the right hands.
Read the restFrom Vol. ii
Letter, written to no one in particular.
Hello, friend. The sky is doing that grey pink thing again.
Read the rest A passing reel
Lines, in passing.
i.
The hour I love best is the one nobody is watching.
A small luminous place · 12
ii.
There is a quiet kind of brave that nobody puts on flags.
Held · 4
iii.
Make the small thing well, and watch the room change.
A small luminous place · 22
iv.
Slow days are not lost days, they are the days that hold the rest.
Held · 18
v.
The kettle, the candle, the page. A small ceremony for staying.
Held · 30
vi.
Some days arrive on tiptoe, asking nothing but to be held.
Held · 4
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