Benjamin Mackintosh is dead. These words are whispered, shared all over the office – the concrete floors reverberate with the news. Shock is traded from one division to the next, as the slow stain of grief spreads throughout the building. It reaches my desk when I return with my second coffee of the morning. MyContinue reading “That it would end like this”
The year you died, I won the lottery. # I won the lottery, and then you died. What were you doing in those months that I spluttered and failed in this city? How did you feel your way through those hours and days, and who was by your side? I won the lottery and IContinue reading “Chance that carries us”
Timing – is everything.
And don’t mind my nerve …
What she learnt – eventually.
Talk though we did, my love, there were certain conversations we never had. On that first trip to White Cliff, we had not yet said I love you. I was hyper-conscious of it, both its absence, and the desire to say it, and those three little words were pressurised inside me on that drive. AContinue reading “The rest of our lives”
I’ve made it to my 200th post at body, remember!! When I started this blog two years ago, I had a cracked heart – and an idea to write it back into something whole again. I’ve learnt so much since then. Post by post. Word by word. Revelation by (painful!) revelation. Here’s to another 200, and all the mistakesContinue reading “What we remember”
Eidyia’s note: When I write, I keep my favourite songs in mind – the way a lyric can tell an entire story in just a few lines. I love what I call the ‘economic beauty’ of a song lyric, and these little moments from The Memory of Stars are my attempts at this economy. I hope theyContinue reading “Love, mostly”