To Love an Unconscious thought?
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To Love an Unconscious thought?

My nightmares have resurfaced again and anyone who has been in my vicinity would know this. I’ve done what I usually do when summoned by the Spirits of the Darker World – I let everyone know (apologies, kind lady on the bus). I have lots of reasons for this but mainly  to bring them out into … Continue reading

For the Love of Friendship
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For the Love of Friendship

I found myself needing to phone a friend the other day. Life was a little grey and I needed some sunshine; so that’s what I did. I phoned a friend. I rang S explaining my current state and before I had even put the phone down I heard the screech of brakes outside my apartment. “Darling, I’m here…” she … Continue reading

Friday Magic in the Bubbles we see
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Friday Magic in the Bubbles we see

 Bubbles  transform, swirl, float Their light reflecting a thousand promises You laugh  and jump high breathlessly wanting to catch their magic Delicate creatures floating high above you Dreams softly drifting through space Pop! Tiny drops of water splatter over your flushed face  magic immerses into your skin And you look up to the heavens. Continue reading

Skulk.
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Skulk.

I worry, you know, about my Madness It lurks in my  mind waiting for me. I’m ashamed , you know about my madness It brutality violates me, Last night we fell asleep in each others arms In love and blissfully happy And in the dead of night I awoke The Horror skulking around my room I’m … Continue reading

Sold.
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Sold.

My daughter, you look exquisite adorned in red I’m dripping in the murder of Me We’ve bought you the most expensive gold necklace It chokes me, burns into my skin. I am on display. I am sold. Look, the henna decorated onto your hands. So pretty – the perfect shade of red. This blood it … Continue reading

Friday Magic
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Friday Magic

My Friday Magic I share with you is in the form of a lamp; a representation of a story from my past life. It’s an antique lamp that was used as a cigar lighter in gentlemen’s clubs in the early 1900s. When I met S a year ago I related a story about how I had … Continue reading

Driving home from Christmas
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Driving home from Christmas

Before spending our first Christmas as a family I had wondered how it would feel for my boys, firstly to celebrate a more traditional Christmas, and secondly to meet all of S’s mostly English family. Family has always had Pakistani origins for them and now they were going to meet relations from a different cultural background to theirs. I was … Continue reading