I paddled with a baby #ray once, in crystal clear bath-warm waters off one of the Maldive islands. My eldest child was conceived there, my grandmother joked that I should name her Embudu after the island. They never met, the elder left for the next world before Embudu arrived.
Who knew
I would become
An #argent woman
A crone
So soon
It seems like
Yesterday
I could hold
A cigarette paper
Between my cheeks
This descent
First appears
As madness
Until you see
The eyes of
The youth hold
Your words
Reach for your
Warm body
To guide them
Forwards
Maybe silver
Is golden?
How to avoid #creeps 101.
Don't go out.
This is what I want to say
As I air kiss
My once human
Now zombie daughter
On her way out
To her first ever
Drinking party
For Halloween.
She looks amazing.
With a sudden
Eager confidence
I haven't seen
Since she was 8.
Good luck love,
Have fun.
If I had the time
I would be more creative
If I had the #energy
I would finish this wip
If I had the space
I would write, daily
If I had confidence
I would self publish
And take over the world
Oh but I am so busy
Being mother
Being wife
Being teacher
Being lover
Not to mention
Growing.
I wish, when putting in fence panels with hubby yesterday, I had a gadget to #hover at the right height. Instead I had to reach too high, now I've spent the day impersonating Zoolander and not being able to turn my head to the left. NB I have a phobia of heights that prevents ladders & such
At what point do #undertones become overtures? How loud do the billionaire bad boys have to scream to get our attention?
Mother dearest
Look at me
I don't hold
My d*ck to pee
I splash it freely
Look, be proud
I shout nonsense
Really loud.
Mother dearest
Don't you see
You did this to me.
At what point do #undertones become overtures? How loud do the billionaire bad boys have to scream to get our attention?
Mother dearest
Look at me
I don't hold
My d*ck to pee
I splash it freely
Look, be proud
I shout nonsense
Really loud.
Mother dearest
Don't you see
You did this to me.
Friday phenomenon in my house, everyone is so tired they forget to ask how my day was. They offload then disappear to their spaces & I am left, a hardening #pulp of middle-aged aches drowning in teenage drama. Even husband needs a reset. It all ends when I feed them, they remember i'm human.
Time compresses, my whole life in one swift #blur. Sh!t. I didn't appreciate it enough. It's not too late, is it? When I come to I try to recall the lesson, so important, just out of reach. I get up, go about my normal day with the smallest sense that i'm missing something.
"What's brought about this sudden #caprice in you darling?"
"It's the rapture." I hear no trace of humour in his words.
"THE rapture?"
"The rapture of our wonderful life, our family, our home, it's intoxicating." He turns to me, misty eyed.
"Next time you have edibles for breakfast, share."
I used to dread this time of year, a time in childhood that was full of pain. Therapy has taught me to #reinvigorate my world instead of following the old patterns, set by my father. Now, I bring colour in, get my knitting groove on, cook stodge. I slip into Autumn like a warm bubble bath.
I used to dread this time of year, a time in childhood that was full of pain. Therapy has taught me to #reinvigorate my world instead of following the old patterns, set by my father. Now, I bring colour in, get my knitting groove on, cook stodge. I slip into Autumn like a warm bubble bath.
#perhaps some of you could point me in the direction of a writers only platform where politics is banned? I left Twitter a couple of years ago because it was relentless, only been here a month and it feels the same. I know the world is shit but I want to escape into fiction now please.
#perhaps we should all just take a moment, breathe deep, relax the jaws, drop the shoulders, think about your own personal happy place. Now, come back to your reality and try to remember kind words are for everyone, including yourself, start there and radiate that shit far and wide.
All this time I should have been calling my children my #extrusions. Oh dear. It's been a long day, I'll get my coat!
All this time I should have been calling my children my #extrusions. Oh dear. It's been a long day, I'll get my coat!
On the mantelpiece sits a vase full of her mother's favourite flowers, freesias, lilies and #stock, the scent fills the room, building a layer of memory the mind can't make alone. On the floor lies the corpse of her mother, almost a jigsaw, it's own scent adding a new memory, a happier one.
Breaking news **
In a show of unprecedented #synthesis the USA has taken advantage of the president's visit to the UK and built a wall across the Atlantic coast so he can't get back in. Women have taken over the country and everything is turning out rather splendidly, who would have guessed🤷
Breaking news **
In a show of unprecedented #synthesis the USA has taken advantage of the president's visit to the UK and built a wall across the Atlantic coast so he can't get back in. Women have taken over the country and everything is turning out rather splendidly, who would have guessed🤷