60 years.

In the space of 20 minutes I saw 60 years. I lived through two marriages – two divorces, and then, strangely, our break up. Slipping in and out of consciousness, the present seemed out of reach. Grasping onto it for three minutes only for the inevitable slip, slip, slip away to wash over me. Fear…

The builder.

Friday, 4pm rolls around. The drilling and radio stop. Today, new problems have been found, and the client is ready to flop. Finishing his fourth cup of coffee of the day, the builder talks of the weekend (to her dismay).   “I’m not allowed ou’ on my own,” the builder says to the client. “the…

Working Bookstack

My working bookstack: These are the books currently informing my writing.  Some have been in the stack for years (the wrong knickers, milk and honey, the sun and her flowers) because they provide new inspiration on each opening.  Others are added to my over-flowing bookshelves once I’ve worked through my annotations (e.g. Polly Vernon’s ‘Hot…

Late at night

Do you text them late at night like you do to me? Do you whisper sweet nothings of what you both could be? Do you show off your cocktail flair then caress their legs and their hair? Do you drink as much with them, ‘though you’ve only gone over at ten? Do you plant kisses…

The passion she found in that room.

She thought it would be tricky to get along with him that night; this arrogant, sexist man. He reminded her of when she was younger – more naive, more accepting of men’s chauvinistic remarks. Maybe this kindled a yearning for her youth? His girlfriend was at home, she wasn’t known to her.   His presence…