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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!”

Stigma in schools

Stigma exists in schools. stigma thrives in school. The staff room is full of stigma. The staff room is full of the narrowest minds in the uk – teaching our young people how to label, ignore bullying and promote heterosexuality at the cost of every other gender choice. How do I know this? Because IContinue reading “Stigma in schools”

Choose not to matter

In part 10 Alice asks are you choosing not to matter with or without your marriage and your mortgage? Choose (single) Life Choose the NHS Choose you -no one else will Choose not to matter. Choose a waiting list Choose your mortgage Choose a carrier bag of cider Choose not to matter. Choose him forContinue reading “Choose not to matter”

I am my gun

Part 7 of Alice Smith’s series ‘Connecting to the mother keyboard is trigger happy. I am my gun and I want to fire it. I am my gun and I want you to fire it. In the right circumstances this could be fun. My aim is high high high. Your aim is low low low.Continue reading “I am my gun”

I am my gun

Part 8 of Alice Smith’s series ‘Connecting to the mother keyboard is trigger happy. I am my gun and I want to fire it. I am my gun and I want you to fire it. In the right circumstances this could be fun. My aim is high high high. Your aim is low low low.Continue reading “I am my gun”

Scooter sonnet

Part 6 of a series of blogs from the hospital bed from Alice Smith called ‘Connecting to the mother keyboard.’ Inspired by life on a mobility scooter. men want to fuck me. Helpless……. children want to be me. Whizzy..…. my reflection wants to cover me. Ugly.…. the floor wants to greet me. Bang! shops wantContinue reading “Scooter sonnet”

Because

Part 5 of a series of blogs from the hospital bed from Alice Smith called ‘Connecting to the mother keyboard.’ This one inspired by the snap of an ankle breaking . Snap! goes the summer, sunshine down that rabbit hole where the drugs work. Drool. Sweet Mr Blue legally prescribed for you. Fool. Snap! goesContinue reading “Because”

Marmalade sandwich

Alice Smith eats cold beans from the tin in Part 4 of her series from the hospital bed ‘Connecting to the mother keyboard.’ Have you ever eaten beans straight from the tin because you had no clean spoons? How about feeding the dog using a knitting needle to scoop out the meat? Rising from theContinue reading “Marmalade sandwich”