Untitled [on purpose]

I’ve been reading lately. There’s no plot, no way to imagine what the setting is, heck, the characters aren’t even very clear. But this person has written about some themes and feelings and deep reflection. She’s written about love, lust, hate, friendship. Finding lovers, work, new homes and adventures. She’s described the smell of her […]

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Too much, yet not enough

I’ve been writing love letters. Doesn’t that sound so incredibly beautiful, and curious? I wish these feelings on the folio were being gingerly typed on a green Smith Corona and he responding in his favourite ink and white blank sheets of hope. But instead, fingers on keys almost as quickly as the brain is devising […]

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Today, I Feel Fat

I haven’t written for myself in a really long time.  But something has been bothering me and it’s always best for me to sit and reflect to try to find some truth in it or debunk the negative that may be trying to creep in. I know I still have weight to lose.  I’m no […]

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