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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”

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”

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”