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Tree of creature comforts

  I’m growing a tree of creature comforts, fruits of myriad colors that I lop off and throw on the ground to rot in disuse. Flowered tree of creature comforts, so lovely. Colourful, odorless petals that I delicately protect from … Continue reading

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I used to be a night traveller.

Rocking in the maternal belly of a train wagon as the whistle blew a strident lullaby that cooled the mind of all past and future. The rhythm settled me into a world of distant lights and lives that passed by … Continue reading

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The hospice series II – A day at the fair with the care profession

The physical therapist laughed with the recreational therapists today as they moved my mother’s bed up, the tick tick sound reminding them of a roller coaster climbing, reaching the top, hearts starting to race as they prepare for the plummet. … Continue reading

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The hospice series – The vampire mother?

It’s dark outside. That’s a bad sign. There’s an annoying fly I just had to tend to. I sleep with Ta and her teddy bears, or in this case, don’t sleep. I take her in my arms often. She turns … Continue reading

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I could draw you a picture

I could draw you a picture. I could, and you wouldn’t even know it’s there. It would follow you around, ghostlike, in an incessant reverence to your busy day. My picture would become a shifting presence to smile and admire, … Continue reading

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Words III (continued)

Through the world of words in my mind, file on, dear soldiers. File through and be done with your business. Come, come soldiers of fortune, here on a mercenary mission to set bombs and throw grenades. Explore the unknown territory … Continue reading

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Words II (continued)

Some see different things. I heard them chatting as they exited. They talked about the green meadows and how they saw a young girl skipping fast, barefoot through the grass, how she giggled and sung so much that she fell … Continue reading

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