Molly misses you, . . . whoever you are..
On a walk through town with Aluta and Tillie, I saw a young man chasing a dog and calling afterContinue Reading
Month: July 2014
The dark haired poet
She’s been writing all morning. She has a story niggling at the back of her curly head . . .Continue Reading
To the Library
I don’t want to go out. I force myself to go out. Otherwise I would keep myself sequestered in theContinue Reading
The Silent Months
I have been reading (re-reading), Latifa al Zayyat’s The Search: Personal Papers; a fragmented autobiography spanning decades of her life. The bookContinue Reading
A Open Letter to Ireland
Originally posted on unshavedmouse:
Dear Whiny Bitches, How’ve you been? I am good. Let’s talk about that recent survey.…
