Writing
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A Friend Of Convenience
Her art is a friend of convenience. It absorbs her. It turns her delicate into raw and beautiful scenes of naked flesh on linen. It turns her hard into lashings of angry black with no recognisable form. The artist removes… Continue reading
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Autumn
I’m lounging in the sun chair, peering into the Autumn. The window’s grown cold, just like everything else around here that once was warm. It’s like we’re in a corridor. At one end: summer. At this end: winter. Maybe we’ll… Continue reading
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Music: The Most Beautiful Dimension
I’ve just been at the Piano. I’d like to tell you a story about that, actually. How my piano came to be my ultimate happy place (and healing tool, you might say.) It’s in my soul, I think. Music. It’s… Continue reading
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How To Be Good
It’s funny isn’t it that the secret to becoming a good Mum a good wife a good friend a good human, is to realise that actually there is no good or bad anything. Because what’s good to her and her… Continue reading
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May
It was May when it happened. The change in me, the one that planted little wing sprouts in my shoulders and dared me to fly into the sun. It was last May, do you remember it? The darling blog of… Continue reading
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Today
Yesterday I cried for the train that left my sad eyes at the station. But yesterday wasn’t today. Today I understood why the train had to leave without me. It was so I would go in search of my wings.… Continue reading
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Wings
My wings are quivering. Ready to fly into the waiting arms of Neverland. Continue reading
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The Wind of Change
Every so often, the wind of change blows me a dream. A spark. A glimpse of the person I truly am inside. Sigh. Where do you blow, sweet wind? And what do you wish this sleepy dreamer to be? Continue reading
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Satisfied
I looked into the sky and I said, ‘Sky. It’s me.’ And then I realised I had nothing more to say. And that actually I was satisfied. Satisfied, and ready to give in to the aching quiet of it all. Continue reading
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