Who’s the boss?
I once sat in your lap dragged my fingers across your face hooked a thumb on your lip then left you alone in the dark I insist that you Continue Reading →
I once sat in your lap dragged my fingers across your face hooked a thumb on your lip then left you alone in the dark I insist that you Continue Reading →
I was reading some more of the short story/poetry book B gave me last night; New Zealand writers on cats. Some of the poems are totally beautiful, I especially like Continue Reading →
I’ve started narcissistically seeing myself in everything you do maybe just my imagination maybe true It’s become almost impossible for us to write things that aren’t somehow about each Continue Reading →
I’ve been reading a lot about the writing process lately, mainly from my lecture notes for school, but also some local essays. There’s a few things that most people agree Continue Reading →
My father doesn’t like surprises We tried to throw him a fiftieth birthday He found out and picked a fight with me and mum and Aunty Prue in front of Continue Reading →
Despite being bedridden for days, I’ve managed to make minor progress with my short story for school. 2,700 words. I need at least 3,000. Tell me, what do girls talk Continue Reading →
2am’s not quite 3am, when you start making noises about having to sleep I have to get up in a few hours why are we still talking, anyway? 2am’s not Continue Reading →
One day isn’t much to do everything you ever wanted to do You can’t travel the world in one day walk Machu Picchu see the pyramids dance naked in the Continue Reading →
As I said in my previous post, most of my current reading is really “research” – both for school and in terms of trying to improve my own writing. I’m Continue Reading →
They’re just a mistype, really because I always write angels when I mean angles and no matter what Da Vinci says there’s nothing divine about maths The first angel Continue Reading →