Wednesday, 27 November 2013

Moleskine Pages - Atoms

The atoms he caught in his mouth formed a mystical structure in his living brain. Nothing prepared him for the wild journey it promised. She, was amused by his egotistical humility, his wise ignorance and his faithful disbelief. He gained power from decaying energy and waning strength. He lost no sleep over those less fortunate. But she lost respect for him.

Tuesday, 26 November 2013

Moleskine Pages - Constitutional Motherhood

One by one my maternal duties fell away. I never consciously ticked off a list of lasts. The last bottle, story, button or bath. I am now, like the Queen, a figurehead. A constitutional mother. My mummy muscles at a loss, still yearning for their old job.... Wishing with a lump in my throat that I'd marked each occasion.

Monday, 25 November 2013

Moleskine Pages - Birth

She birthed us, then she hung us out to dry. Living upside down caused long term confusion and a yearning for stillness. She was so proud.

Thursday, 21 November 2013

Moleskine Pages- Theda Bara

His hungry eyes stole everything that came in range. Images gathered dust inside his head,. Faces mixed with flowers to fill a super market with Messianic visions and mighty mad moods reflected on cheap, skin tainting jewellery. Nothing in her arsenal could counter his sorcery, so she danced in her dreams.
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Moleskine Pages - Listen

Sunday, 17 November 2013

Moleskine Pages- Everything

The music played on, as sound tracks tend to do. The most hair curling events rendered unremarkable...poetic even, when shown with a toe- tapping musical backdrop. Tapping is an impossible task when you have no feet. He loved feet. He was born with a pair but wanted more. She gave in to keep the peace like she always did. He never lt her keep it though, he took it from her because he could. Her feet were another trophy. He took everything.

Thursday, 14 November 2013

Moleskine Pages - Winter

She cuckolded him with any willing, warm blooded being around. He was proud of having a wife that others wanted. He liked feeling envied.

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