These foolish things

The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations Silk stockings thrown aside, dance invitations … I know a girl who keeps her memories in two boxes. One box for happy memories, one box for sad. On particular nights she knows which box is required. She will sit cross-legged on the floor to sift through eachContinue reading “These foolish things”

The art of beginning

This weekend I am celebrating the three month anniversary of my blog. I am celebrating because for the longest time I truly thought my writing would not go beyond a walk to work composition that disintegrated by 9am. I took seriously the well-meaning teacher who once told me I had a talent, but would loseContinue reading “The art of beginning”

Every day a little death

“What counts is not the best living but the most living.” – Camus They are not the same mistakes. Most are brand new. Each time – a different set of hopes. Each time – a different way of dashing. A mosaic of mistakes as you endure time and again like Sisyphus with his rock (though it is your heart thatContinue reading “Every day a little death”

A conversation between friends

“When the two people who thus discover that they are on the same secret road are of different sexes, the friendship which arises between them will very easily pass – may pass in the first half hour – into erotic love.” – CS Lewis Here, now, at a hotel bar. The transience of this place,Continue reading “A conversation between friends”

Possession as the law

His body. I covet with the intensity of one who has borrowed and must give back. A constant reaching, a constant touch. This need for tactile reassurance of his presence over-powering my borders and my limits. You have a wall around you – what was that they said? I have smashed this wall myself, frantic,Continue reading “Possession as the law”