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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”

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”

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”

I want love

I’ve lived my life saying ‘I want love’ and I’ve always believed that I needed it. Now. After 2 divorces, am I missing something? And what sort of love do I need? There’s a great scene in Rocket Man (Elton John’s biopic) where he hugs himself as a little boy. That little kid had beenContinue reading “I want love”

I want it, I got it

I want it. I got it. I want it. I got it. Repeat. New car. New clothes. New shoes. Holiday. Christmas. Birthday. Repeat. Repeat, Repeat. Repeat, Pause……I want it. I got it. I want it. I got it. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Pause…. What happens in the pause? And when do we pause? I don’t knowContinue reading “I want it, I got it”

Beauty Hunter

You beautiful thing Believe in beauty, believe in it when every ray of sunshine shows you cobwebs, when everyone tells you there is none and it has gone, don’t listen. Grasp beauty that no one else sees. Hold on to beauty, carry it with grace. Search for beauty, look for it daily. Look for itContinue reading “Beauty Hunter”

The kiss of the ink

Oh the things I could do with the kiss of the ink! The private conversations I could have in my mind, the passageways and dark, locked rooms I could walk down and the things I could see! How could any connection with anyone ever match the kiss of the ink? The smell of it. TheContinue reading “The kiss of the ink”