Moleskine Pages- ACat On A Cold Concrete Roof

She lived close to heaven, wild with silence and dead with life. Every night while cats called and courted, she hosted feasts for the granite Gods, buying brownie points and investment bonds with a cold cold heart. No one can see her, but no one can see past her. She became a ghost well before she died.

Moleskine Pages - Home And Dry

I drew first breath as my head hit the ground. The phrenology book told me the lumps guaranteed a long hard road. My fellow passengers ignored the blood, my cries and the message I'd come to deliver. I knew if only I could get to the water I'd be home and dry. A lifetime later I'm still wet and home is within sight.

Moleskine Pages - Stardust

They said it would rain, I didn't expect to drown. They read me fairy tales, I believed them. I live in the shadows of the tree of life waiting to be struck by lightening, I am stardust.

Molekine Pages- Bone Soup

The band sang acapella providing their own rhythm and blues. Dancing was awkward, ungainly and a little melancholy. She overlooked the fact that he was dead but how could she forgive his desertion? His bones offered some comfort, even more when she boiled them up for soup.

Moleskine Pages- The Elephant In The Room

He said he'd never been in love; that lust was as far as he'd got. She said she despised men like him but didn't move away. He checked out her menu but opted for a takeaway on the way home. She'd worn her lucky knickers for nothing. He missed out.

Moleskine Pages - Memento Mori

Once they'd seen him, they could never unsee him. They cried rivers.

Moleskine Pages - Don't Come In

Talking required too much energy, so she began to communicate silently. They mistook her lack of words for sullenness. Her mind wandered never settling anywhere for long. They knew how to bring her back.

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- Love Letters

She presented him with unsolicited gifts and showered him with awkward attention. She couldn't hand him her still beating heart so she handed him her still bloody first born instead. He just wanted to fuck her.

Moleskine Pages- The Family Feast

She rescued her proto-siblings from the family secrets box and made them into the party centre piece. Most chose to ignore the theme, the rest were uncomfortably enthusiastic. It took over twenty skewers to still the moving feast and a lifetime for the gusts to forget.

Moleskine Pages- His Weight

Even the most extraordinary events become mundane through constant exposure. Our minds are programmed to accept matters and over time we becomes numb and inured. I don't think this needs any further explanation.

Moleskine Pages- Flea Circus

'The art is to conceal the art.'

Moleskine Pages- Crying

I cried hoping someone would come running to soothe me better. Mum, believed crying was good for a baby's lungs. My lungs are fine now.

Moleskine Pages - We Are All In This Together

I don't often deal with political themes but when something matters as much as this does I feel compelled to express it. The way this Conservative government are destroying people's lives, people without money, power and hence no voice is shocking. With no mandate they are taking us back to a Dickensian dystopia where poverty and disability are seen as a moral failing. Where not having a job because of this desperate economic climate is  criminal . This toxic regime has divided the country with help from an obedient, unquestioning press. I haven't felt this angry for years.

Moleskine Pages- Up and Down

The trajectory is ever the same.

Moleskine Pages- The Crazies

My 'crazies' are in a particularly active phase at the moment, sigh! It is interfering with my output, my sleep and my sanity!

Moleskine Pages- Safe On The Inside

Their dread solidified into a flesh and blood child of dreams. Every knock at the door, every tap on the shoulder brought forth a forgotten memory. A tuneless tune or a frozen shiver. He tortured them with such beautiful hands. And scowled at them the prettiest eyes. They were safe on the inside, soft, raw with runny yolks.

Moleskine Pages - Icing

His love was the icing on my cake, and the grease to my wheels

Moleskine Pages- Slap

He slapped her with great tenderness and proprietorial concern. In certain light his affection for her appeared distorted, overdone and odd. Everything he said and did was motivated by the need to keep her guessing. Life with him was never boring.

Moleskine Pages- Songbirds

The idea of songbirds singing out of tune was hard to bear. I could see they were trying. Their obvious effort was both touching and shameful. The one thing they were born to do! I am not a songbird and my purpose is as yet undetermined.