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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!”

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”

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”

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”

Are you a grafter?

In part 3 of her blog series from the hospital bed ‘Connecting to the mother keyboard‘ Alice Smith wonders – Does God really love a trier? Try harder myth number 1. Try harder. Having been evicted from the teaching profession in 2015 – school teaching now officially being a Try Harder profession – I earnestlyContinue reading “Are you a grafter?”

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 ….”

Jesus loves me, loves me not

Heaven is full of echoes and Hell tastes of smoke and mistakes. Am I in Heaven or Hell? Where are you? Can I be in both with the backdrop endlessly flickering from one to the other through the chapters of my life? The edge of glory will trip me up, no doubt. Heaven is fullContinue reading “Jesus loves me, loves me not”