Marketa B Woodman 〈PRO〉

And perhaps that’s why I imagine you as someone who listens more than most. To the pause between words. To the creak of floorboards in an old house. To what people almost say before they say something else.

There are names that feel like thresholds, and yours is one of them. Markéta — soft, central European, carrying the warmth of a hand reaching across a table. B. — a hinge, a pause, a private letter that holds whatever you choose to place behind it. Woodman — sturdy, English, the sound of someone who works with their hands and knows the grain of things. marketa b woodman

Here’s a short piece written for : For Markéta B. Woodman And perhaps that’s why I imagine you as