Tumbled sheets, pillows that still bear the imprint of our faces, discarded clothes and half drained coffee cups are all touched by the soft fingers of early morning light. The light shatters. The uneasy truce of the night before is forgotten. We sit once again across the bedroom like prizefighters, suddenly unleashed: “You just don’t … Continue reading »
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Literature / Musings / Writing
I Want To Be A Woman Writer
I want to be a Woman Writer. I want to smoke long, elegant cigarettes, drink too much wine before noon and sometimes have a gin and tonic at the close of the day. I want to have torrid, heartbreaking affairs and write long, elegiac prose that makes you want to crawl inside my brain and … Continue reading »
Literature / Musings / Writing
Nightwalker
Sleep is for losers. There is too much life in the night. It is a living, breathing thing with thoughts and dreams of its own. You can taste it on the back of your throat and roll it around like chocolate on your tongue. You sit up in bed. The sheets are tumbled with dreams … Continue reading »
2012 – 2013
Take a risk. Love hard. Fall apart. Get lost. Cheat death. Find a whole new self. Repeat. Continue reading »
Saturday Morning
I feel the morning before I see it. It dances patterns on my skin through the curtains and wakes me with a soft kiss that I can choose to ignore if I wanted to and stay sleeping a while longer, feeling the day start without me. Last night I did not draw the dark, heavy … Continue reading »
Home and Exile
Home is a shifting space that defies geography. It your granny’s house, the smell of coffee in the morning, the arms of a lover, long lost. Home is the four walls that you pay the landlord to reside in; it holds your belongings but has no real meaning or hold on your heart. It is … Continue reading »
When a woman drinks alone…
When a woman drinks alone, people worry. It disturbs them. It makes them uncomfortable. Who is she waiting for? Is she sad? Lonely? There must be a lover inside for whom she waits. They look. They frown. Why is she just sitting there? She lights a cigarette and smiles. Who is she smiling at? She … Continue reading »
