Moleskine Pages- The Shop

At exactly a quarter past fifty she shut up shop. She quietly mourned her unused eggs, her proto- children. She was sorry, she hated waste...And she had wasted so very much.

Moleskine Pages- When The Time Comes

When her time came, she chose to lay down in the middle of the road and wait for the sand to run out. To pass the hours, she read her book and snacked on a selection of biscuits.

Moleskine Pages - R. White's Lemonade

She sang their birth, their life and death. She sang their sky, their air and earth. As she sang, their roots took hold, grew deep and stitched them together in a holy union. As they stood still they boomed, flowered and fruited. The cycle rolled on. We hummed along when we forgot the words.

Moleskine Pages- The Same Couch

We are sitting on the same couch
When we loved things, we sprinkled them with fairy dust and danced around a beloved totem with eyes closed. Time gives and takes too much with heartless disregard.

Moleskine Pages - Steal A March On Time

    " She slept through everything, thinking this way she could cheat pain and steal a march on time.
       they woke her every time there was sorrow to be had. It gave them pleasure to share the load."

Moleskine Pages - Old Mother Time, Happy Christmas

' I am an anachronism. When it is midnight, I am stuck in late afternoon. All time exists now. Like a roll of film, we move from frame to frame.'