What We Have Left

The first time your heart shatters, you become one woman or another. The first can only ever love the broken after that. She sees damage as her canvas, and she spends the rest of her life trying to make it beautiful. Cobbling together the lost and fragmented, soothing their sadness and their grief. She createsContinue reading “What We Have Left”

The cost that comes

It is easy to see the beginnings of things, and harder to see the ends. More curious than endings however, are those moments you stand on the liminal, where beginnings and endings might be the very same thing. I am never more aware of this threshold than when I am travelling on a plane. Suspended for a time somewhere betweenContinue reading “The cost that comes”

Milk and Spills

It’s easy enough to make me cry. Actually, I cry a lot. Probably at least once a day, if I’m honest – thanks to social media, and my fondness for montages set to sweeping music. Sure, it’s a kind of emotional pornography most times, but everyone’s got a habit, right? When it comes to modern communication,Continue reading “Milk and Spills”

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”