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I don't remember much about the first house that I lived in. I remember my mum and dad dancing to records after drinking too much wine. Perhaps they had an argument too, or else why would I remember the wine? But I don't remember the argument, I just remember them dancing to records. I remember... Continue Reading →
"I am the bud and the blossom, I am the late-falling leaf" - Paul Dunbar, The Paradox Young at heart, though old in bodysound in mind, though oftentimes insanein my dreaming, bound by dreams which set me freeback to the beginning, bent like a young birch treeover the water, on the pivot of a divenature's daughter,... Continue Reading →
Just go:you've said enough,so let's not make it tougheron ourselves.This isn't an excuse to stay in bed: I feelas if my head is in a vice, and I'm so tiredof trying tobe nice, sopleasejustgo. © Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved Written for dVerse I have PMDD. I've written about this a lot, but this is... Continue Reading →
I am liquid golden lightstreaming through your winter-windowin an arc across the canvas of the sky. I am airbrush particulate of golden lightsuspended in the airaspirating here and therethe song of early spring. I am golden light in shafts of summerfalling through a Mediterranean gardennot my own. I am the light you ownthe light withinthat's... Continue Reading →
Words... My bread and butter,my warm bath-water,my crystal clear lake in the height of summer:my home. My perfect mirrorof life all a-glimmerreflecting the light in myself and in others:shine on. My light in darknessin every dim recessof human unkindness you fear not to goand so I know me betterthrough words I utterwhether scribbled on paper... Continue Reading →
I've felt a special affinity with birds of prey since I was a teenager. I identified with them as solitary hill-loving creatures like me, who haunted the heights of my beloved Lake District. I saw many buzzards and kestrels, a mating pair of ospreys and even a peregrine falcon once, but never the Golden Eagle.... Continue Reading →
Sometimes, the great bones of my life feel so heavy, and I wonder, where on earth does it come from, all this weight? There is a song lyric: ‘what’s that secret sorrow that your carryin?’ But it’s no great secret: bereavement, separation, loss. I feel bereaved by every memory which hijacks my senses unexpectedly from... Continue Reading →
This is not a yoga mat, this ismuscles tensed and taughtand sweat, this isthree house moves andtwo different countries this is acceptance of the moment, this is my homelike place, this is exactly where I need to be, this ismy safe space, this is where I grow:A push beyond the boundaries of my comfort zone;a place where... Continue Reading →
She dabbed her lips with the handkerchief:Her lipstick stayed in place.I couldn’t think why she had used it:her lips were moist and not a traceof food upon them.Then I saw the bloodspots:blood-not food-notfrom the lipsbut teeth. © Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved Written for dVerse quadrille, where De is hosting. She has asked us to... Continue Reading →
No villain in hell could tell such blatant lies;inciting the people to embrace tyranny:With words of hate the power of progress dies. I see no sentient soul behind those eyesinviting destruction of democracy: No villain in hell could tell such blatant lies. We must not be too blind to realisethe power of the vote’s fragility:With words... Continue Reading →
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