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The house on the hill
Late afternoon, from the house on the hill into the winter-chill, against the biting wind and along the high-fenced tunnel-lane. Quickly, step by step, to the short-grassed paddock with its gradual rise to steep slopes littered with lichen-covered rocky-outcrops. On the ridge, beneath ancient pines is the shaggy outline of a winter pony. The wind [...]
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Tags: childhood memories
Rise and fall
Before the sun comes up, our day begins.
In the small hours before dawn we touch as we wake.
Our breath comes slow, then fast.
They are our finest hours, those small ones.
On the horizon, the sun teases the landscape with light and warmth.
We part.
Before the sun comes up I flit off,
sometimes to capture what I can of [...]
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Joy, joy
Happiness is not omnipresent,
it often comes in dribs and drabs…
but it always comes.
And, I like it like that,
because to be happy always
is not possible if one lives a lived-in life.
Success crowns effort, right?
Today, I am engulfed by happiness.
The unknown of tomorrows can go fuck themselves.
I have you,
And you have altered my state.
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How you doin?
I’m bored with the black and white thing. I’m sore in all the best ways. I’m tentative. I’m delirious. I’m falling, not so slowly. I’m ignoring the cat as she rubs against my legs. I’m getting a divorce, it’s on my list of things to do today. I’m sad that I can be so flip [...]
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“Well, think about it, you are the epitome of normal, compared to you, everyone is fucked up!”
“Well yes, obviously. I’m totally normal!”
…
“Apart from your irrational fear of flying.”
“Ah yes, there is that.”
“Oooh, and your panic attacks.”
“Those too.”
“And your fear of commitment.”
“Yes. And I do rather like anchovies.”
“And you’re sarcastic on a level and frequency that [...]
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Tags: my bestie is an honest gal
Don’t get too comfortable
Leave me alone.
Stop! Don’t say a word.
I don’t give a toss that you:
think I’m beautiful;
think I have a great smile;
like my mind;
really enjoy my company;
<insert compliment here>.
Really, I don’t.
I want to be alone.
Go away.
I’m so over you, and you, and you, and you too!
Just go a-fucking-way.
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Tags: i'm a happy little vegemite :)
Could not be fucked
Do you think I could be fucked bothering with the pot-of-gold when the end of the rainbow kissed the ground a mere couple of hundred meters from my abode? What need have I for gold?
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The unbearable lightness of…me
We leaned on one another and watched the sunset. Together we created lava spilling-spurting-spluttering into a distant mirror-smooth ocean. Together we made islands and ships float on the mirror-glass. We watched our creations in silence, my hand clasped in yours, as the sinking sun unfurled the canvas for us, only us.
It’s moments like this that [...]
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We laugh ’til we wet ourselves
It was my birthday. I got presents. I got flowers. I got phone calls. I got dinner (and more) with a hot man who is totally into me. I got lunch with my fantastic girlfriends. All very, very, very nice.
But the best, best, best present I got this year consisted of:
a handmade card, scrawled on [...]
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Why not have something to look at as I navel gaze? And before you suggest it, or even think it, no lower on my anatomy shall a needle be passed through. I have not embarked on a piercing fad, it’s just this one little amusement, for my amusements.
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Tags: navel piercing