Moleskine pages- Before The War

From the softness of his head came soft thoughts of milk and honey. She fed him on pieces of her self when the darkness overtook them. She dreamed of loving him more but didn't care enough.

Moleskine Pages- Landmines

The secrets were never outlined, I negotiated the mines always expecting to be blown skywards. My edges were starting to blur, my eyes to water. Your shadow left me cold and vengeful.

Moleskine Pages- Blood Lines

She stored her maternal line in places where they could whisper advice and scare off intruders. Her paternal side were too busy passing judgement and pinching pennies. Life is hard enough without the dead interfering, and her battles were lost and won alone.

Moleskine Pages- She Had Power

She caught hoops most of her adult life. She loathed the overly confident, the pathetically pessimistic and the cheats. She made sure their hoops never found purchase. She had power.

Moleskine Pages- The Smell Of Martyrdom

She disappeared piece by piece over time. We ate bits of her for breakfast, lunch, supper and the occasional snack. She didn't mind...as long as we were happy. The only thing that would have enhanced the taste was a scream of pain or a few tears of regret.

Moleskine Pages - Listen

Moleskine Pages - The Walk Of Shame

The sound reached us in bursts of panicked thunder. I mistook the stampede for applause and gave a prideful curtsey. As they crossed the finish line I did the walk of shame in the opposite direction.

Moleskine Pages- In The Garden

The peace of the garden was welcome after the long journey...If we could only ignore the entry price.

Moleskine pages - Bad Luck Comes In Threes

This was the result of watching late night crime channels! Women who kill their children is something I'll never understand, and those who kill three or four is just beyond words, but it comes from a different place to where men kill their offspring.