Literary Vegan

I curl myself  around felines wild at rest, their self-assured spines slow-dance in their sleep. Contentment  is always curved, round – a fur-covered word: serenity, with a tail. Even seconds can't resist; in the presence of cats they bend and ball themselves  into blankets. C. LJ Ireton 2025

There were waves today. But I was undeterred – I swam into the rise while it watched me,  then under the curve: unglamorous turquoise,  stirred with silt.  Standing, I could be pushed over, but I had already leapt, woven in – no floor to leave. I wondered if my spirit could mimic my limbs like this when waves surged on dry land; those that swell with no form, the force of unexpected feeling that is oblivious to the wind. C. LJ Ireton 2025