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Melancholy
Just stick it there on a page, watch it grow roots to swamp the paper and the book, the shelf and the room. Left to its own devices, it can eat you alive with a beautiful detachment. Melancholy does...
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To a feline friend (video log)
So the Talisker was good, in its raw gold and bonfire in my throat. At least it ignited what I’ve been trying to say for the past few weeks. Sorry about the downward inflections; it’s been a long day....
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I can’t blame you for losing your mind for a little while; so did I
From earlier in the year – and I sit on the other side of the mirror, now. “I’m in the city you hated My eyes are fallen Counting the clicks with the living dead My eyes are red… Is it weird to be back...
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I am never the first to know
But where do people like us go? Oh my friend and oh my foe – you were there in my eye. An insect caught in the resinous love, and didn’t it harden to your cold heart, to your amber soul? We were as...
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And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
… That I am sitting here today, when others are not. They lie beneath the ground, in respite and soil and bones, and I listen to Alex Parks’ take on “Mad World,” and remember that year, that November...
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Little Girl
Fiction and experience. For my protagonist, Siobhan. Little Girl Stay quiet, little girl Stay down No one likes a talker No one wants to hear Your sound. Stay sullen, little girl Keep low They won’t...
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Nelson Mandela
Rest in peace, Madiba. You were a beautiful soul. Filed under: Reviews Tagged: Love (something like it) death, nelson mandela, One for Sorrow
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This story is old, but it goes on
And while the political world tears itself a new one over who has the right to commemorate Mandela – brandishing tarnished swords at figureheads old and new – I retreat from it all to watch with a...
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I am never the first to know
But where do people like us go? Oh my friend and oh my foe – you were there in my eye. An insect caught in the resinous love, and didn’t it harden to your cold heart, to your amber soul? We were as...
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Fantasy, Reality
Fantasy. You’ve lived in its gentle, dark shroud for much of this year. It had little pockets of light sewn into the material, and you found them to be a thousand stars silver eyes inspiration new ways...
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Whither do I wander
I wasn’t going to post an entry this weekend, nor yet write for Monday Blogs. All the fierce colour has gone out of my mind recently, a prelude to something worse I fear. I wish it were only ‘flu, but...
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Melancholy
Just stick it there on a page, watch it grow roots to swamp the paper and the book, the shelf and the room. Left to its own devices, it can eat you alive with a beautiful detachment. Melancholy does...
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Coping Together: Carers and Eating Disorders
I remember the look on my mothers’ face, as the doctor uttered the words that would change our lives forever. Frozen, all colours and none, it was a diamond-expression, with every conceivable emotion...
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Full text: Interview with Brent Allard, “Coping Together: Carers and Eating...
I approached Brent with the premise of this interview, on the back of a Twitter conversation. As is so often the case, a random fact dropped in had set off ripples; I had mentioned my (past and...
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Full Text: Interview with Jimmi Campkin, “Coping Together: Carers and Eating...
1) How did you two meet: under what circumstances? Was it in a “neutral zone”, or through friends? Was she open about her illness, its symptoms, or did she try to conceal any parts initially (to try to...
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