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I dreamt of cooking last night. Cooking a meal in my kitchen for an old friend. A friend who nowadays
Three months of lockdown. The world is waiting, drawing a breath, taking its time. It isn’t over yet. For the
Do you know that scene in a movie when a person lies on a hospital bed or operating table, surrounded
You are beautiful perfect entitled. You have come from a funeral of a fifteen year old. You talk about the
From the ages of six to nineteen, averaging three times a year, my father would take out his fountain pen
Each time there is a rush of anger swamped by sorrow. Each time the fucking helplessness is enough to drown
A young woman comes to my home for the first time today. We are meeting in a professional capacity. Very
The time has come to distribute her things. Leaving no will, only vaguely indicating her desires, she has left us
My number crunching brain insists I acknowledge it. I started posting on this blog turned website a year ago today.
A post on my facebook cross-stitch group and the tea roses blooming at my kitchen window were the catalysts for
