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When silence sounds well

I believe it began with the walks...the beautiful walks in the relatively early hours of the morning and then again in the twilight. Watching the...
Cherry

Dare

Fairy Tale Ending

E) Part 5

It was as if her senses were a china bowl and her mind a fish, leaping up into a wider world. Instantly she was aware of an awkward stillness, as...

Punctuality

Timekeeping is something I've never been able to get the hang of. I have this feeling one of my ancestors was cursed. Perhaps he/she failed to get...

Lifesong

Dedicated to LIFE

Think Equal -- Act Equal

Especially for women who "think" equally in terms with men

Whisky

Call centre speed poem

Ex Chauvinistic Pig

Poem/Apology?
Cherry

Pregnant, without baby.

Pregnant without baby It died inside And there Was nothing I could have Done. The window Test showed Positive signs Of him having Been there. The...

Poor Virginia

very short poem

D: 12/8/2004

It must be awful to drown. He was fishing at their usual campsite, she was inside the caravan (instead of sitting beside him on a little stool, as...

C: 29/6/2004

What is the essence of being? How old do you have to be to have it all? Why is the sky as white as bloodlessness? Sometimes I wonder who I am. I look...

B: 24/6/2004

Too many questions. I'll be here tomorrow in body, if not in mind. Ugh. I hate drinking water. Tastes of nothing, does it? I tell you what it tastes...

A: 6/3/2004

It would be so much easier if I could figure out who I am. I have to go offline in 5 minutes. I don't want to. The inter is my safety net. I'm not...

c) 10 august

It has been raining non stop for days, feels like we are trapped in a grey net curtain. Poor B, being a collie cross so very woolly, hasn't been...

Station songs

At the station I might play with I ladder that twists up my leg, past my knee. I might sigh or stick my tongue out or embrace the warmth with...
Cherry

Waiting for news

12 August 2004 to my son

Recovery

Chapter 1 of my battle with alcoholism and panic attacks.

My lifes tale

Journal 03/08/2004 I was bored as usual, summer hols, who invented them? They're boring, mum was looking through the evening mail and was umming and...

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