I’m not afraid
How I wish that were true. Frequently I am afraid, and I loathe the feeling and I loathe myself for being afraid. I don’t mean watching …
How I wish that were true. Frequently I am afraid, and I loathe the feeling and I loathe myself for being afraid. I don’t mean watching …
“Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. …
As a young girl I could never understand how my mother could get the names of her children wrong. I am not Diana or Valentina. …
Monday. I hear from my sisters. Finally some doctor engagement, and Mum *finally* gets a CT scan. Something is amiss – something good. Mum has …
I really like how ideas are connected. Not necessarily networked, but there’s a thread between them. We were talking the other day about dreams and …
Far back, far back in our dark soul the horse prances … The horse, the horse! The symbol of surging potency and power of movement, …
I woke at 3am with a thumping headache. My automatic response was to get up, take some tablets, massage the nape of my neck and …
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