Deep in the woods of my mind I conjure images that would rattle the most stable of consciousness and pluck them out like a feathered dress. Who's hat shall I wear today? Shall I wear the hat which is heavy with sea shells that you can listen to for hours, or the hat which has a wide brim with enough shade to care for us all. Which hat shall I wear.

Knit one, pearl one, she would say, as she effortlessly demonstrated how to pick up the stitch you had clumsily dropped...mismatching polished cutlery in those heavy drawers...large pins and curlers on the bathroom sink and a rich smell of hairspray, thick like perfume...the blackboard in the hall you would throw spaghetti at, to ensure it was al ( Read more... )

the bright foaming water lapped against the sharp edges of the bus ( Read more... )

she sat there alone at the bar ( Read more... )

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Struggling with my internal turmoil, swirling and choking on the fumes of my flavoursome penchant for self destruction. Unfortunately self destructive tendancies hit not only when you are feeling down about yourself but also when things are going well in your life. It is like my subconscious mind is reminding me that I don't value myself enough ( Read more... )

I have grappled with the concept of "home" ever since I left mine in early 2006...Now three years later I can say with absolute clarity that of the many wondrous places I have travelled which have touched my heart and conjured various meanings of the word, here is not one of them ( Read more... )

how does one make peace with their dark side, without revelling in its destructiveness?

...this year my NYE will consist of ladies in laced corsets sipping champanski...


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