Somewhere, waiting

There she is, the morning of. It is summer, and she feels it. The winter sadness has been shaken, sloughed from her skin, and she’s lighter now, present. Waking without the ache, without the anchor thud dragging her down. There she is. Happy and forgetful in her getting ready, this morning of. Ready: Prepared. Willing.Continue reading “Somewhere, waiting”

All this time (4)

5.24 PM I’m finishing my third wine; I tilt the glass at you each time I make a point, flirting over my nervousness, drinking it away. Twice now, we have touched. Fingers taping on arm to emphasise, a gentle shoulder push at something controversial. Easy, inconsequential, like the little stories we are trading. It feelsContinue reading “All this time (4)”

One memory from my sleeping

When the blues come, a cello plays under my skin. A mournful dirge that sinks me into melancholy, pulling me in and under my someone. And somethings. I know all about sirens and their rocks, I know about the luring. It could be so easy to listen to that music on repeat, to follow whereContinue reading “One memory from my sleeping”

Of true submission

“Most people think the best way to live is to run from pain. But a much more joyful life embraces the entire spectrum of human feeling.” – Lee Holloway, Secretary I gave you a copy of Secretary. Said you were my E Edward Grey. You watched and said I’m not sure how I feel aboutContinue reading “Of true submission”

The ones who are leaving

You never realise just how fast you are travelling. There is something about take-off that gives you a hint of it, the way the force pushes you back in your seat, the way so many fingers grip at armrests, this unintentional and collective human twitch as bodies brace to be cannon-shot into the air. UpContinue reading “The ones who are leaving”