A continuation of the Café exercise Anna realised the time and finished her salad quickly, shooting off a text to Peter that she’d be home
The gentle, empty rumble of countless voices crashes against my ears. My nostrils drag in the warn, sterile scent of thousands of computers working in
The Dark, they say, is the absence of light. My heart disagrees. Without light there is no colour and in The Dark that’s all I
I don’t even need an alarm anymore. Jane is probably awake. The kids are probably awake. Over there they are awake. It is still dark
From Warning to Glee. I don’t know what to believe. In Switching sides, I find you confusing. Are you signs of illness, or my organic
Grandma Lili, have found your Treasure Chest. Tucked high in skylight, I climbed the ladder and entered a mess, Your attic of dust and webs.
In the picture I saw, he was sitting in a chair. It looked like hard cold chair. The color made think of oak but I
Ugh. Please not today.