Tag Archive | bed

Whisper to me, sweetheart – News edition.

– Because that’s the name of a poem starting to pseudopod its way around my head and scrape the inside of my skull. – Because I love when children stage-whisper to me and think their mother is deaf. – Because I love hearing what my mother thinks is scandalous. – Because my dad has never […]

Looking for silence…

Grace as the gift at the end of every day.


Pursued into acceptance.

Ink Eels

I love writing in a new notebook with an inkball pen.