"Bless you Beloved, for I know what you mean. It’s like you have had a puncture and had to pull into a single car pull in parking area on a motorway. No one can really join you and so you are isolated from the crowd, car at a stand still, you can no longer relate … Continue reading As Told By Over Soil, in response to Anonymous #2
One of my favourite memories of Mum, is when she would come back from a food shop, or a bakery with a brown paper bag, and a big smile. Even if we had argued, she would still bring me some sort of baked good. Chocolate eclairs, cinnamon buns, sausage rolls. My favourite was a Belgian … Continue reading Belgian Bun
I remember a page where I just scribbled “WHY”. One word which took up the whole page. I scratched it in so much the letters were thick and black but each time I drove my pen into the paper I felt a release.