On the eve of beginning a new job, having finally unpacked (almost) all of my stuff in my new place, and sporting a new hairdo to boot, I’m in a reflective mood. The five year anniversary of The Boy’s stroke was a milestone, a difficult one. At times it seemed it crystallised my failure to […]
Soaring, Swooping, Alive! Rejoicing in the freedom Of air, sky, sea. A rogue downdraft A tumbling spin downwards, Spirallng out of control! Then: All the senses and instincts combine To bring me back Into the up draught.
I . Would. Bed you now. (And how) But I won’t. Because: You’re not available. Even though, You think you are.
Kangaroo Street, The Radiators were playing. I was wearing a red skirt, white blouse And my first pair of high-heeled shoes. You were wearing brown trousers, Striped button-down shirt. You were hanging over there with your best mate And I came in with mine. Who’s that? We both asked. Our hearts already knew.
I Wish That you knew That I haven’t betrayed you. I Wish That you knew That I don’t talk about you. I wish That you knew That I would fiercely protect you. To the death. But, you know.