Autobiography

Pain is life

musings on why I do this

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.

Clamydia

translated from the German

Even a rock will revert

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.

Infatuation.

media?

the unknown past

Knowing when it's time to go

Innane me

The radio plays Coldplay
We smoke crack.