I have recurring dreams. One is being lost in Leeds. I ask people for directions to the station which depending where I am is so big you can see it on the skyline. Sometimes I’m very near and sometimes I’m in the depths of Leeds walking strange dark streets. Even…
Month: March 2023
I remember in my 50's
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Eggshells
I drove us home shakingIn need of a drink. Something to calm the nerves, like brandy or JD.All that walking on eggshells for the good part of a day. Watching the play of a relationship conducted on a tripwire.The slow and steady build up of ire, the furious stabbing of…
A Single Life
Single life No pit shaving and stinging deodorant No unwanted sex No fake tanning No cooking No make up No cleaning No fucking about with toenail polish No being told what to do No fanny ripping wax No being told when you’ve had too many No Saturday supermarket hell No…
Fabulousness
Female friendships created by the random acts of life Throwing us together, willy-nilly It’s a very special thing. These three women with history and stories. We didn’t meet at school, through work or in the pub. We aren’t meeting for coffee or doing lunch. But this calmness This chilled normality…
Weird shit…
It was back in the days of MSN groups. Somewhere around 2004ish. Fuckface Zuckerberg was still being fed pulped organic avocado and spinach and happily filling his nappy. So I had made a private group just for me and a few female friends. It was one of the first online…
Forgetting
My sister asked me once why I wrote about these things. Why I didn’t let them go. It wasn’t phrased as sound advice. Just disdain. My weakness revealed to the world. I told her that we are not all made of stone. As hard as nails. Happier to forget than…
St Narcissi
Saint Narcissi, Mother Of The Year I am royalty. I keep my comings and goings secret in case I get mobbed. I don’t stay around long. Just quick visits for important events. I’m an extremely busy person. I have to get back to my important job of visiting zoos and…
Vampires
Neediness – the great divider The killer of passion and respect Text after text of unbridled love, after 8 pints of man company. Sickly sweet and nauseous. Sucks the life out of me, makes me panic, frantic words written in my journal creating a spell for safety. Back off Fuck…
My thoughts
my thoughts… Like scabby rocks, little pieces of sharp metal,my thoughts. Like the scratchy fake long fingernails of uselessness, my thoughts. Tinny sounds that make my ears sting and my teeth grind, my thoughts. Pointy, spiky. Barbed wiry with bits of wool stuck to them blowing in the wind a…