A daughter, sister, friend and a lover, She was all of this before a mother. From a child she became a woman grown Her precious time was rarely spent alone. Inherently passionate and caring, Above all else she was kind and sharing, Of her love, her time and all she could give, Through the... Continue Reading →
Sometimes the silence is too difficult To listen to, to hear, to acknowledge It can be filled, but it always returns Every return harder to filter. Each time that you are forced to acknowledge, That the only voice, for that you listen, Is the voice you must accept, you cannot Hear again, as it... Continue Reading →
My response to the post: On Holiday I’ve been in a cottage in Skye now for three days. A holiday that was almost cancelled at the ninth, tenth, and eleventh hour. Yet one which thankfully went ahead. After mum passed in September, we had no choice but to pull together as a family. This... Continue Reading →
The difference between sickness and death, The same as breathing and that final breath. Remarkable in its finality, Comfort and grief, a strange duality. From my world of hurt, pain unlike any other Repress the pain of losing a mother. It cannot be done I have come to learn To get by yourself you... Continue Reading →
Written on Tuesday, 18th September 2018: On the 8th September 2018 my mother’s physical journey ended. Where death for me has always come with a fear of nothingness, what her passing taught me is that the end of a physical existence is just the beginning of new existence. One in which the spirit and energy... Continue Reading →
I wanted to write something grand and beautiful. I have tried a few times now, to find words enough to express an experience so profound it has left me changed and very much in shock. On the 8th of September 2018, at exactly 8:00am my mum died. The drafts I have will likely be developed... Continue Reading →
If the last time, were the last time, And you had known that then. Would you have had the strength To do what you did then? If the last time, were the last time, Where would you want to be? I’m not sure that it would matter, As long as you were there with me.... Continue Reading →
Red lips, slender waist, ebony hair All that she is, I desire. By my side, her body like the sunset Sinking into linen sheets. A world I cannot penetrate As tangible as dreams In the haze of reality, I was drawn Her form filling me with Carnal lust Envisioning her body entwined with my... Continue Reading →
I work in a small office with a team of 10 individuals (most of the time) we all vary in age and have come from a number of professional backgrounds and previous vocations. One of the great things about our office, is the range of backgrounds, we all have very unique stories that brought us... Continue Reading →
