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It’s the hidden things… Yesterday the sun x-rayed lace curtains onto the old kitchen tiles sharp like a boning knife’s edge cutting through the yellow of years of pots hissing on hobs    froth spitting out of angry mouths the stainless steel extractor fan thundering swear words above hands wielding ladles    lids    liquids    dousing appetites with cost-effectiveness. Lace shrouds    clouds    those put away in rooms too large to keep clean […]

honouring a place of dark

Stories / Tower Blocks / Uncategorized

black eye now that wall I remembered a face of a young woman chiselled out of plaster revealing a matrix of red bricks tearing her out wind tearing her hair apart another wall in another city same not-quite white wall large black eye traced with carbon paper like mascara smudged down a cheek white wet puffy what happened before carelessness played havoc carelessness played played played don’t play with fire we all blamed the girl […]

lost things…

Stories / Unexpected

Something has shifted. It began recently on a Sunday in September when I woke up from thoughts of doubt and betrayal, feeling perfectly uneasy, first, then angry which was almost a relief. Since then things kept changing. Every new day another leaf fallen, the tree a bit barer, the light a degree warmer, the air a degree cooler, the atmosphere a degree clearer and my thoughts, too, sometimes at least. Yesterday, I forgot my scarf […]

Encounters

Stories / Travelling

Two things came together like two rivers that merge, becoming one. Both things have a somewhat blurry start somewhere way back like those rivers that must have been streams before, and before that little trickles, and a breaking out of the underground at some distant beginning. One of the things was prompted by my friend who I first met when we both returned from having lived abroad – Madagascar in her case, Uganda in mine […]