Friday, 21 September 2012

Invisible Threads

"Hi my pretty Mama", he says.
And slips his little hand into mine.
The same hand that bravely holds giant bugs,
and exuberantly picks his nose.
And I can't help but weep
Cause once upon a time,
mine was the little hand holding.
There are invisible threads attached to everything.

Thursday, 13 September 2012

Charlie Todd: The shared experience of absurdity

Sometimes its nice to have company at night while I am folding laundry.  This was good company!

Saturday, 8 September 2012



words these days
all sticky in my belly
by exhaustion
and politeness
maybe emptiness
when said I wanted to be raw
I think I misunderstood myself