Pain is life
Not to support the future is the hope,
Starting at the radiant point of entrance,
Wheedling a dogged inheritance.
Enormous groves of flourishing giants,
not happy. I feel I am genuine to myself, I know that. But I also know I have a leaning to unforgiveness. A part of my human nature I find hard to contend with.
wonder if they can in the other world..
Have you ever lost everything time and time again?
My boy Jono was conceived in a small, leaky tent pitched behind a clump of rocks on a remote beach on the west coast of Ireland, maybe county Mayo if I remember rightly which I possibly don’t.
When everything affects me so strongly, what's a girl to do?
A silent night isn't holy. It's terrifying.
(A slightly schitzo poem)
crying (from laughter)
you watch my disbelieving face
Paris is a mercurial city which shapeshifts, changes faces with the onlooker’s mood.