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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”

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”

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”

Handsome

This hand made music and grew flowers, it held many hearts but its palm is now dark. This hand made handprints in the moonlight on steamy car windows. This hand held your face and kissed it…and…smiled. Its signature spelled out a mistake made in a minute. I drew a line under a 7 year limboContinue reading “Handsome”