Behind doors

I’m going to get out of here. Some day. I’m working on it. Spurred by the voices in conflict next door, I look at the ads in the paper. Not now. Maybe, not ever. I butter my stale bread while I look at the television screen that has random colourful lines dancing onscreen. Green/Red/Blue/ and …

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Head above Water

I’ve always wanted the best view from my window. This. Cascading water. The bustle that I could ignore. The peace. An address that read- 24/7, Head above Water Retreat, Off the Road… It was either this or the meds. Did I really have a choice? I was asked where I would feel good. It was …

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Potent Potions

Believe me, you don’t really want to know me before I’ve downed these three cups in the morning. It takes three different concoctions to make me this fabulously effervescent, fascinating and gorgeous creature from the grumpy, sullen and dour monster that I really am. I fumble around the kitchen, in the ungodly hour before dawn, …

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Stuporia

it begins with just a glass   the thorn in your side being passed over a hundred things clutch at your throat refusing to let you breathe   you plod doggedly gulping in fresh air whenever you can   a smile feels raw laughter threatens to slash your stomach you are afraid it might all …

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Unbearable

Is it Sunday already? Time for laundry. First the whites. Colours next. Four cycles. One. Two. Three. Four. Four. Four. Four. Four. North-South-East-West. Morning- Afternoon- Evening- Night. Spring- Summer- Autumn- Winter. Balance. Perfection. Four is the best of all even numbers. Two is OK too. But four is satisfying. Sorting through the clothes I try …

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