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The echoes of our lives

We live alone and we live on the echoes. The echoes of starlings, the echoes of clouds, the echoes of better days, the echo of the sea turning to angry autumn. The echoes of what we did and did we? The echoes of what we said and why did we say it? The echoes ofContinue reading “The echoes of our lives”

Get lost!

Get lost in Wonderland. Get lost in long grass so green against the blue sky and listen as it grows. Get lost in the cold cold sea through the waves to the rocks , every wave so different from the last.  Get lost in the miles of sand, the dunes full of prickly excitement andContinue reading “Get lost!”

Breathless on crutches

Surprise part 11 of Alice’s blog from the hospital bed ‘Connecting to the mother keyboard.’ Covid on crutches! Four months on crutches and I am a pro. Now it’s time for the advanced stuff. THE CHALLENGE – COVID ON CRUTCHES. Could you ..yes you!….balance on one crutch and catch your covid vomit in a mugContinue reading “Breathless on crutches”

The sweetness has gone

The endless pursuit of comfort is what exhausts us….. extract from new book being scribbled ny Alice Smith It’s only early September but the sweetness has gone, blown away in the wind and replaced with a certain hardness that everyone here eventually wears against the wind. With no trees hardy enough to survive here weContinue reading “The sweetness has gone”

I’m only lonely -f-o-r- with the truth

It holds me…at arm’s length. Its charms are transitory. It smells Like a rat. It has one eye open waiting for when I open my eyes So I don’t look down there. The truth lies under the carpet. To avoid it, I am tripping high then low. I can forget it but I can’t stampContinue reading “I’m only lonely -f-o-r- with the truth”

A writer’s heart

A writer’s heart beats best by the sea, The space filling the spaces in between words Forged by smiths with ancestral tools, Writing like a fool in the wilderness, The wildness of it all, A writer’s heart. It’s never contained in a classroom, It plays the piano silently, Crawls all over papers like a hugeContinue reading “A writer’s heart”

Friday flowers

On Friday she got flowers. Friday’s child, Friday’s flowers, All the other hours of all the other days of all the other weeks of all the other years she got.. Broken eggs and burnt matches, Overdrafts and silence, Hidden keys and a punch in the neck, Lies and perfume, No shows and an empty chair,Continue reading “Friday flowers”

All mine

Girl now you made it All your successes are yours alone All your losses are yours alone Inside you what was empty is now full of life, Your shadow no longer crying to eclipse the light, All mixed together by a child’s fingers. Good girl, bad girl, girl…. Now you made it. You made itContinue reading “All mine”

Mind vomit

Sipping my life from bottles, Bottling my tears, Drowning your fears. Simply sipping and sipping and slipping then drinking then gulping and….. Up it comes… Too much life trapped in too many bottles, Too many tears stoppered, Not Enough To drown my fears Only sitting and sipping….never thinking Just gulping and drinking..never thinking and UpContinue reading “Mind vomit”

Twilight sleep

In part 11 Alice finds some scribbles written whilst high on state induced morphine in the hospital bed series’Connecting to the mother keyboard.’ She has no recollection of writing it. Purple hazed memory blocker. We are but we are not. It happened and it did not. Holding two truths in the drained purpled half light,Continue reading “Twilight sleep”