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  • The Beautiful Things

    There are days when the wind blows my feelings in storms over the sea of life, and on these days my old friend fear rows back to me and makes himself known. Do you need me, he says, can I… Continue reading

  • Layers of Illusion

    Woman. Professional woman. Single professional woman. Blonde single professional woman. Old blonde single professional woman. Sweet old blonde single professional woman. Joyful sweet old blonde single professional woman. Australian sweet old blonde single professional woman. Human. Man. Unemployed man. Married… Continue reading

  • Anyone

    I feel the truth only because of the false. A seeing beyond the faces of clowns. Play rolled in fear, don’t you see the squeaky carousel? They feel the brittle bones of life gone by and bleed again, but only… Continue reading

  • Love Is

    May they find the hours of my love for them strewn upon these coloured pages. May their names shine with my love, and may their eyes light with the truth of all they are. May these hours, and these pages… Continue reading

  • Each New End

    Life is a story I tell myself. And I daren’t tell it wrong for fear of the unhappy ending. But what is unhappy? And what is an ending if a beginning is found on the other side of each new… Continue reading

  • 1946

    He bought it in 1946 for six pounds, which apparently was quite the sum back in the day. He’s 92 and wonderful, my darling neighbour, Joe, I’ll call him. The gigantic relic of a dictionary was his. Now it belongs… Continue reading

  • Messy Life

    There is no need to be afraid of the not good enough. This weakness you perceive, this pathetic softness you scold yourself for compared to she who declares herself strong. Close your eyes. Breathe and know this. You are perfection… Continue reading

  • Bravery

    Bravery is born on the tender tears of loss and disappointment. Keep stepping. You are so loved. Continue reading

  • The Carpet

    The wind was crisp and the sun sang warm to my skin. The rest of the world was too fast to know bliss like that. The truth is: the truth is too expensive; a depth of emotion most are unwilling… Continue reading

  • Moon Unconditional

    ‘Sun?’ ‘Yes, Moon?’ said Sun as he fell into the evening sky. ‘I shine every night. I brighten the humans’ world. Why do they not love me?’ ‘Moon?’ ‘Yes, Sun?’ ‘You have a chip in your tooth.’ ‘Do I?! Oh,… Continue reading