My summer of love

Earlier in the week, someone asked me what I was up to. You know, what I'd been doing. 'Reading, writing, stuff ...' But mainly reading and writing and hanging out with my sister and my nephews, working, planning, walking and dreaming. It's true - I'm an abject failure of a social butterfly (although I did actually … Continue reading My summer of love

Song of the Week #4

I'm trying to birth a poem at the moment, and I need to get away from words. Last week, I had so much going on with my addiction post that I didn't post Song of the Week number four. So, I've made it a goodie - 'Samson' by Russian singer Regina Spektor. Seriously, how did she get … Continue reading Song of the Week #4

The week that was …

Last weekend saw me help shepherd my sister out of the shadows of a broken marriage and into freedom. Freedom from years and seasons of pain and sacrifice, and freedom born out of an indelible cost to her humanity and identity as a woman. A big group of people who love her ferried her out of … Continue reading The week that was …

sweet and sour lullabies

A long time ago, someone asked me why I write so prolifically about death.'Why do you write about death all the time?'I could have appeased them; given a simple answer like, 'write about what you know', but I didn't.I see dead people. Not ghosts or spirits, but every day I see my friends, some of … Continue reading sweet and sour lullabies

Red of hair, fair of heart, strong of spirit

I can't tell you exactly what happened Thursday night. But I can tell you that I saw a friend take her last breath. A friend who is supposed to turn twenty-one in twelve days. I will write about everything, but I won't be sharing it, because turning off your loved ones life support is one … Continue reading Red of hair, fair of heart, strong of spirit

the month of love, lust and craziness

Welcome to February - the month of love [insert pretty love heart here]. What's not to love about love? My favourite dirty old man, Bukowski wrote grandly about love - 'Love is all right for those who can handle the psychic overload. It's like trying to carry a full garbage can on your back over … Continue reading the month of love, lust and craziness