I’ve been quite preoccupied with thoughts of love and intimacy recently. I blame Spring time. ‘Love’ might be overstating it. What’s the word? Affection? A tenderness? The stirring ardor of a wild heart? Dickinthebraintitis? Remember when you met that person for the first time? It might have been a chance encounter in the aisles of … Continue reading Lovestruck continued…
Month: Mar 2017
Lovestruck
Oh. That was his thought when he met her. She was pretty, for sure. Frazzled, curly bleached blond hair streaked with strawberry, greyish blue eyes that refused to hold his gaze. She wore a looping white T with black squares. A massive scarf coiled around her and made her look fragile. She had a meandering … Continue reading Lovestruck
Death of a friend
It was lunch time. Izzy gave me half a BLT, I shared with him my French fries. We sat against the wall and braced the rain and chilly November air and became friends. We were kids then. Two stupid, broke and starving kids trying to survive London, scrambling from gig to gig making ends meet, … Continue reading Death of a friend
A case of toxic parenting
They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. --- This be the verse. Philip Larkin A kid came to our center today for emergency counseling. Within seconds, before they even left the car, it became apparent that the mum was the problem. Anger, bitterness and resentment radiated … Continue reading A case of toxic parenting
Confessions of a Workaholic
My brain pulsates. I feel a needle churning behind my eyes. My breath is shallow. The lights spin a little, settle, I find my footing and head towards the door. I’ve lost count of how many cups of coffee I’ve had this evening, but my heart is still beating, so I’m going to get my … Continue reading Confessions of a Workaholic
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