Can I sleep in your brain? Is what Ezra Furman asks, and I've listened to that song for years and only now do I understand the question.
Asleep in your brain
Therapist
t was her own movement that brought her out of her reverie. The rain drops scurried across the expanse of glass in front of her making her eyes work to focu
How to eat prawns
We were in the kitchen. The kitchen I still think of as new although I think now it’s nearly been there longer than the previous one.
The House-Sitter
Marian kept the key to number 30 in the kitchen drawer with all the batteries. She didn’t like to have it hung in the hallway. It was probably used more than it should have been, the key. The driveways of number 28 and 30 were divided only by a decorative line of bricks, a border... Continue Reading →
Not so long ago
Not so long ago all I wanted was to be with you. To hug you. To have your perfume linger on me.
The fifteenth of May
I have this memory of you at our house. I can’t remember why you were there but we were young, very young. We are lying on mum and dad’s bed the wooden one they don’t have any more. We’re on our backs right at the foot of the bed waving our bare legs and feet in the air above us. And you’re standing over us taking turns to grab and then smell our grass-stained feet.
Distant Friendships- Walking
I tried to add up how far we’ve walked together, it must be miles and miles by now but I don’t know how long it takes to meander through the Great Park so I can’t quite reach a number. I know that today was five miles. Because the three-mile route we chose wasn’t quite long enough.
Distant Friendships- The long phone call
It’s been months since I’ve spoken to you. Months that have drifted past the same way clouds move through the air. From one perspective they look peaceful and serene and from another they are carried on an air current they do not control. I am nervous to speak to you, the gulf of passed months feeling wider every time I glance at the slot in my diary.
Distant Friendships- Hallways
Everything in this place is you. We stand in your oh so familiar hallway- a place of frequent meetings and partings. We can’t go further than this stretch of building. The main glass door is at just wrong angle to see your front door with its touch of eucalyptus. - A post about missing my friends
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