A thin thread of something unnamed hangs tautly between us, spooled and fueled, growing in intensity, but also requiring strong consideration for interspace and pragmatism. But this thread that spools so deliciously, calling and pulling on invisible threads, is of the sweet, unexpected kind. The most dangerous thread of all.
He called it a damper. I stared at him blindly. I had just purchased stamps and handed over my three envelopes, addressed and sealed. He gestured behind me and I looked over my left should in the direction he was pointing. “There’s a damper”, he said. His face and demeanor were all grey. Stony grey. […]
You crawl into my bed just after the sun has pulled itself from the earth, ducking beneath the mosquito netting that is loosely tucked underneath the mattress. Your voice, when you call out my name, is thick with sleep. “Mummy…can I sleep in your bed?” I never say no. Truth be told, I miss the […]
He was my first boyfriend. He wrote me love letters and quoted the Book of Solomon. I, at 13, had no inkling what those verses really meant. The apex of my sexual knowledge was limited to zero at that age. What I remember is that he was sweet. He would call the house on our […]
It’s funny how an ending is never as beautiful as a beginning, when the credits begin to roll and the farewell music kicks in, the beginning is full of smiles, laughter and hope and the ending reeks of charred hope, dashed dreams and inexplicable feelings. The motors purr as the descent into the earth begins, […]
Thoughts of you patter through this darkened, shadowed mind at the oddest of moments. I was pattering away at this slowed, aged keyboard when you crossed my mind You crossed it so casually, in almost complete slow-mo turning your dazzle of a smile at me. I crossed myself very un-casually in perfectly fast motion turning […]
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