I’m always hearing about invisible illness. Please share if you know someone who has an invisible illness, says social media. Why, do they need more sympathy? Well I’m here to tell you, when you have a visible illness, sympathy ain’t all it’s cracked up to be. Let me give you a little scenario: You go into a shop, you’ve … Continue reading Please talk about invisible illness, but leave my visible one out of it
This one time, many years ago, when I was an inner city hipster, my partner Dan and I are out having a drink and a bash at pool at our local pub. The drinks and joie de vivre flow. Our pool shots are all dropping and none of the likely lads challenging could beat us. In the … Continue reading That Time I Could Have Been Killed in My Home
Can you name anything else that you have to buy before you even see the product? And we all accept it as normal! Infernal school photos! How often have you thought, no I won’t get any this year. And then feel guilty and end up buying the whole pack. Because they’re not just photographs, they’re memories, you can’t put … Continue reading Those Infernal School Photos
A short story about the perils of having free range chickens in a semi rural area without fencing.
My hands glide up his back, across his freckled shoulders and down his flanks to just above his boxers. Repeat a few times, getting in sync with Angelique Kidjo’s haunting version of Malaika. I’ve played this beautiful Tanzanian song so many times I have to stop myself singing along in Swahili. This is why I … Continue reading Happy Endings
The walls are splattered with blood.My bloodmy husband’s bloodtoo much blood spilled tonight.Grey ghosts we call them, orWhite walkersNew arrivals, pale, nearly invisible, evil A gentle snore,maybe human or canineNot loud enough to keep me awakeI begin to dose offNervous system spiked alertby the spine chilling zzzz in my earSmack, smack with a back hand whack onto … Continue reading The Walls Are Splattered With Blood
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