Moleskine Pages - White China

Her mouth was once a gleaming side-board full of white china. Over time, help stole her legs from under her. Blood coloured her shame. Her heart grew in her womb and was born as her children who beat in her chest, allowing life to go on and flowers to grow even in winter.

Moleskine Pages- Mother May I

They are the woods where men lift up your skirts and take down your pants even though you are crying 'mother may I?'

Moleskine Pages- Fallen

The Devil himself judged her a sinner. He pushed her into a hole and declared her a fallen woman. Her flesh caused his own to rise; her flesh was his torment and her burden.

Moleskine Pages- Infested

'Come rid me of my second sight, my first tooth and my last bullet. I can't stand the forest fire in my spare room that threatens my paper horizon. I was induced from a womb with extravagant promises of super powers and the divine protection of Angels. Now I am infested and angry.'
This page was done during a 'blue' period, that is still to a degree ongoing. I grew tired of the seduction of hope, I am disillusioned by the idea of patience and the notion that hard work is always rewarded. I am in the process of re evaluating my life, my principles and my usual life jackets.

Moleskine Pages- Real Estate

Right on time, the go- between appeared. She brought messages from defunct estate agents selling prime acres in an upcoming, sound- proof land. We shook her hand. We stood in a row singing her praises. Invoking the Gods to give us this day our daily bread.

Moleskine Pages- The Shadows Have Pointy Ears

I'd hear his voice even when he was silent. I would breathe only when he was absent. My mother grew in a garden, she never recognised me. She channeled his thoughts and let the shadows overwhelm me.

Moleskine Pages- A Place Of Sadness

Everyone woke up when the flowers started growing. The fear was they would never stop. Fish and fowl picked up human speech patterns that they etched on every flat surface nearby. It remained a place of sadness.