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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!”

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”

All mine

Girl now you made it All your successes are yours alone All your losses are yours alone Inside you what was empty is now full of life, Your shadow no longer crying to eclipse the light, All mixed together by a child’s fingers. Good girl, bad girl, girl…. Now you made it. You made itContinue reading “All mine”

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”

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”

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?”