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…
I remember not so long ago
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The prune
I remember another of my mother’s boyfriends. I don’t remember his real name but we called him Prune. He had a face like one. He also had all these war relics hung up on the walls of his home. German helmets and knives and stuff. When he got drunk he…
I remember in my thirties
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Little tiny human
I remember feeling that it couldn’t be happening. I just didn’t have the energy. I was going in for an emergency Cesarean and I’d had the pre-med. It felt like I was about to climb mount Everest but had not taken on board the seriousness of the task and got…
I remember as a child
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Hiding
I remember when we used to turn all the lights out and watch out of the window. We were waiting to see if Robin was drunk. If he could walk straight. He’d been at work you see. Only he hadn’t. He’d been in the pub all day. Mum had found…
I remember as a child
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The ovens
I remember when we were living in the pizzeria in Andorra and the massive gas oven blew up in the kitchen. I just remember the almighty bang and have an idea of Neil shuffling me and sis into a bedroom, out of the way. This was nothing new, he liked…