Thursday, 31 January 2013

Moleskine Pages - Razor burns

' Singing, keening, texture, meaning. They loved her into being, wished her into loving, then ordered her to the back. When the baby came, the songs took on an ancient turn. The cool dawn air soothing collective razor burns. She sang songs from her child's memory.'

Tuesday, 29 January 2013

Moleskine Pages - Nervous Energy

' worlds exist within and without our own. Ghosts mimic our postures and shadow our dreams. Even as we sleep, we are trying on other realities for size. Satan feeds on our nervous energy.'

Moleskine Pages - Something Profound

' Even as she began to blur round the edges and bleed into her surroundings, no one noticed. She cursed her lovers, toasted her enemies and sang the blues for those she would never know.'
  More than anything, I want to say something profound.

Sunday, 27 January 2013

Moleskine Pages - She Lives Asleep

' She was born fully grown and is slowly becoming a child. By stitching her dreams together, she quilted a wardrobe of moods and situations. She lives asleep.'

Thursday, 24 January 2013

Moleskine Pages- Sausages

' I usually get my own back in more subtle ways. But his arrogant faith in my blind obedience stirred up the devil in me. He didn't for a second think I had the nerve.'

Wednesday, 23 January 2013

Moleskine Paes - We Were Lost

' The oxygen we breathed was provided by the flapping bird wings. They made sure we knew it. It was hard to tell if the nurturing was selfish or altruistic. Once the birds had grown hands it didn't matter, we were lost...gone!'

Tuesday, 22 January 2013

Moleskine Pages - Cafe

'My special talent was the ability to talk to inanimate objects. Wood had the best stories. Metals were hubristic and somewhat cold. But they have value. And that gave the opportunity for them to make friends and influence people. People come in many flavours: Ready salted, cheese and bastards. Flavours are sealed in early. And taste defines us all.'

Sunday, 20 January 2013

Moleskine Pages- She Has A Gift

' She has a gift. She treasures it, nurtures and cares for it. Her teeth chatter and ache with love. But this level of love makes her weak, and this love is becoming a burden.'

Friday, 18 January 2013

Moleskine Pages - Vacillation And Sweat

'Evil fought a lesser evil for control of her soul. Deep down she knew she would succumb. She reeked of vacillation and sweat.'

Moleskine Pages - Sunsets And Seascapes

' They held court at the bottom of the stair. Every deed was examined, picked over and judged. We lived in anxiety and loneliness. I escaped through sunsets and seascapes, light and dark. I never found my way back...thankfully.'

Thursday, 17 January 2013

Moleskine Pages - Let It Be Understood

' Let it be understood
that 'somehow' God plaits up the threads,
makes 'all for the best',
that we may lie quiet in our beds
and not be 'depressed'.
                              Philip Larkin

Wednesday, 16 January 2013

Moleskine Pages- False Dawns

'The competition always grew ugly. Blood and guts left an abstract trail that led truth seekers towards false dawns and seductive minefields. Madness was the next stop. Surprisingly, this was a popular picnic spot...We knocked back the lemonade.'

Tuesday, 15 January 2013

Moleskine Pages- The Tears Came Regardless

' The writing on the wall is washed away by busy hands and closed minds. Between the two of them they were able to maintain control. They possessed powers undreamed of by the average monster. He put on a brave face but the tears came regardless. The tears formed pools, the lakes that became swamps where nature began.'

Monday, 14 January 2013

Moleskine Pages- Moses's Basket

' His depression coloured everything around him blue. He held on tight to things that adjusted the hues around him. he truly believed that the key to his salvation lay in a basket out of reach. Moses was saved by the same basket.'

Sunday, 13 January 2013

Moleskine Pages - and I Kept Count

Things took years to make sense. I absorbed sins and secrets through my immature skin. My revenge was sweet. I gathered up my fragments and quilted in padded defences....and watched...and I kept count.'

Saturday, 12 January 2013

Moleskine Pages - Fish In A Barrel

'We put on a good show, people enjoy public displays. So we line up, ducks at a funfair, fish in a barrel. Posh people in a carriage.'

Friday, 11 January 2013

Moleskine Pages- Nearly There

'I find myself addicted to other people's drama. It's a means of ignoring the noise of my own. I am a hypocrite.'

Wednesday, 9 January 2013

Moleskine Pages - Brace yourselves girls!

At the sound of his voice, birds froze mid flight, blood drained away from our neighbourhood,  the women calm the children and brace themselves.'

Monday, 7 January 2013

Moleskine Pages - Mother's Coffin

'One by one, the numbers grew, money gave and snatched away. Every new soul came with a nail for their mother's coffin.'

Sunday, 6 January 2013

Moleskine Pages- Fat Little Liars

Mum was conflicted; he had such pretty manners, and her kids could be such fat little liars sometimes. Why did they have to tell her such things?

Saturday, 5 January 2013

Moleskine Pages - Look At Me, Look Away

'I lift the curtain whenever the spotlight moves away. When an audience assembles I take to the skies. The gaze is what I crave and run away from.
Look at me, look at me, look away.'

Friday, 4 January 2013

Thursday, 3 January 2013

Moleskine Pages - The Naughty Corner

'Their communication was rarely if ever verbal. He tuned her into his own frequency. While I lived in the naughty corner.      The animals only ever spoke English.'

Wednesday, 2 January 2013

Moleskine Pages - The Fish That Have All The Answers

'Consulting the oracles listening for the wolves, keeping the lights on while sleeping with one eye open. As the drumbeat gets louder. The revolution was brewing in the dark under my bed.'

Tuesday, 1 January 2013

Moleskine Pages - This Be The Verse, with respect to P.L.

' Their cruelty was untempered by trivial concerns such as empathy or fellow feeling. The fruits of their labour were toxic. But in the end we grow up and tamp down the psychoses. We live and sometimes let live.'
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