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  • The Soft Girl Again

    The soft girl spoke to me again. She was quick, as usual, so quick I almost didn’t notice she’d come. But I caught her. Yes! And when I did, she spoke to me in moving pictures and silhouettes: a projected future scene,… Continue reading

  • Darling May

    Darling May. How I have adored you. How you will linger always like the scent of cherry-chocolate and minty tea on me. Delicious May. How you have moved me. Opened my bright, and soothed my aching day. Oh, May. Ever… Continue reading

  • The Stars Inside

    The human might do well to remember that the body is an instrument which can only be played perfectly by the stars that live inside of it.     Continue reading

  • It’s Not A Problem

    If you’re a reader, you are about to read a blog post which will echo through the pits of your soul. It’s not a problem, we all know this. But whenever us readers are faced with this sort of conundrum,… Continue reading

  • Sad Hands

    My hands are not happy with me. If there were little faces in the middle of my palms, both faces would feature a raised eyebrow and an angry forehead, absolutely. They’ve had a big day, the poor muffins. But because… Continue reading

  • Cupcake

    Don’t tell the biscuits, but it’s a sleepy tea and a cupcake kinda night. Continue reading

  • The Adventures Of A Hungry Girl

    My glasses are shining back at me from the library window. In hindsight, I should have eaten. Actual lunch I mean, not just the Honey and Date Loaf that quite accidentally fell into my belly at around lunchtime today. I… Continue reading

  • Everything I need

    I close my eyes to the world and then there is only me. When there is only me I can feel. I can see. I can know everything I need to know. And when I need to know more— I close… Continue reading

  • Friday Waffle

    I’ve blown up the heater, again. Both of them. First the ducted heating, then the little beige buzzy thing I set up to replace it. That went within ten minutes of me turning it on, so I suppose this means… Continue reading

  • The Sun Is Waiting

    I’m terribly sorry, but I can’t stay. I have plans to sit on the grass and breathe. The sun is waiting.     Continue reading