Moleskine Pages - Calico Wings

' I tried to fly once with calico wings stretched over a wire frame. My bruises showed me that the weight of my sins acted as ballast to keep me flat on the Earth plane. Flying is for angels and for those who are clever enough to hide their misdeeds.'

Moleskine Pages - Penis Envy, Penis contempt.

'The first adam you will recall, gave birth to Eve. A woman cut out of his side: for the second process was reversed. And that one was without pride.'

Moleskine Pages - The colour Key

' I wear red for battle, blue for celebration and black to hide the dirt.
Purple is the colour of beginnings, kings, queens and bruises.'

Moleskine Pages - I Hate Love Songs

' Their extreme manliness stopped them from admitting confusion, listening to love songs, or saddest of all: gestation and the nurturing of softness.'

Moleskine Pages - Ovine Lurrve

The first of a brand new Moleskine.

Moleskine Pages - Eggs

' The journey began with eggs. Nothing could prepare the children for the sound or the feelings that grew out of the small, hard parcels of life.'

Moleskine Pages - The Last Page

' I want no pallid humanitarianism- if Christ be not God, I want none of him: I will hack my way through existence alone...'

Moleskine Pages - I Was Once Brand New

' I grew attached to my tree, and my ropes became a comfort. The longer I stood still the calmer I became. I feast on my doubts and will myself to bloom without water. I was once brand new.'

Moleskine Pages - The Boat That Rocked

'he boat rocked in time to her thoughts. She ran through the list of anxieties from her safe haven. The rocking worked to calm her, but what would she do when it stopped?'

Moleskine Pages - He Hid The Stars

'All good stuff happens outside my field of vision. I just read all the stale news on other people's faces. His facial furniture spoke in tongues... forked..to hurt. He hid the stars from me just because he could.'

Moleskine Pages - All Eyes Were On Them

'All Eyes were on them. The music was happy/sad. Just as the sky was big and silent. They couldn't stop. They grew their own entertainment.'

Moleskine Pages - A Good Horse

'He was a good horse, his friends could lie on him in sad moments.'

Moleskine Pages - Not Screaming

' Not screaming but yawning, not a greeting but a warning. We are angrily joyful and happily sad. We live on clouds lined with stone, in cream topped houses with a diamond roof. We pretend all is well, we pretend well. To break our fast, all we had to do was kill, prepare then eat.'

Moleskine Pages - The Guns Went Quiet

' It started with words and ended with three angels and four confused children that grew into four empty nut-shells sitting on a paternal lip.'  So many things I forget to remember.
A potted familial biography .

Moleskine Pages - It's My party

' She cracked her heart into a pan and watched it sizzle, an emotion omelette, a meal with feeling. Oral healing Mother do you love me yet?'