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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”

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”

Kicked it

In part 9 from a series of blogs from the hospital bed ‘Connecting to the mother keyboard’,Alice realises some people just don’t care. I’m not on your mind but I’m on my mind. It’s an easy mistake to make. It’s a maze with no followers. It’s a rabbit hole I have to shrink before IContinue reading “Kicked it”

Sweet shop

In part 7 of her series from the hospital bed Alice asks – what’s your pill? What’s your pill? Is it sweet? Is it bitter? Stout? Or mild? Drink as a child, Mum.gives you the willing glass, Dad pours it with a knowing wink. Pause. They both helped you not to think. Does cocaine turnContinue reading “Sweet shop”

Bed post

‘All of your battles will show you who you are.’ Maybe. But they are more likely to show you who other people are…. In Part 2 of ‘Connecting to the mother keyboard‘ Alice Smith explores 2022 friendships Hospital and convalescence is the best place to contemplate your life – your success, your failures, any regretsContinue reading “Bed post”

Dear Mr Blue ….

Dear society, does my pain offend you? Draw curtain. Open mouth. Insert highly toxic morphine. Shut up. Where am I again? Mmmmmm…….make mine a double shot…… Alice Smith writes about pain in part 1 of a series from the hospital bed ‘Connecting to mother keyboard.‘ Society encourages us to medicate whenever we feel pain. NowhereContinue reading “Dear Mr Blue ….”

Respect your limits

Limits. It’s an ugly word in 2021. Whether we are flying into space, creating a vaccine or running a marathon, we are increasingly taught to ignore our limits. Limits are for losers. True grit. Man up. Brace. Never give up. Keep on smiling. It’s the soundtrack of success. Until it’s not. Recognising our limits isContinue reading “Respect your limits”