Autobiography
The Visit
You hand me the bracelet without meeting my eyes - A wordless expression that betrays the casualness between us. It's a symbol, a sign That you haven...
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Black Bag
Once it was filled with the finest Norwegian chocolate sometimes white, sometimes nutty. It came home every second Friday night, stuffed with...
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2 texts and the phone still has'nt rang
2 texts and 10 o’clock and still no call The Segway music Bled into the end of the radio Sermon, reminding me of how we fitted together You light...
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My Father
My father could be a pig. My father was fat and sweaty and shiny. He was a slob. He was dirty, ugly and nasty, crude and obscene. He could get rowdy...
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Breaking Glass
Died inside when they ushered me in; my mother – stripped naked,
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Meeting Ourselves Coming Back
I visited the new Birmingham Library to renew my vows and give thanks. I had never fallen out of love; I’d just been distracted by the easy...
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Feeling fragile
I stopped and softly stroked the delicate white orchid’s petal, its fragility suddenly reminded me of you; its rippled wrinkling, like the skin on...
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The Five Year Gift
What's the gift they recommend When you've coped for five long years To live without your loving spouse With all the worries and fears To know the...
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Jellybean
Jellybean was the first pony I had owned that didn’t get sold within the first few months of owning her. The family story is that I would travel with...
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My Mother Myself
A Monday in the long, hot summer of 1983, headed for Tooting Bec Asylum.
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