Fear: the master of illusion and delusion. When you turn round to face him, he dissolves in such unexpected ways. There was a hiatus in the violence – in fact it was a permanent stoppage, but I couldn’t know that at the time. I had knelt on the carpet in the front room and shouted …
Category Archives: lived experience
Don’t linger on the event horizon
Abuse in life is not something that you get over – it is something that you dilute. It is ever present with you. You cannot leave it behind, you can only accept it and allow it. It is a black hole in the universe of yourself, but it does not devour your universe, it is …
A Foreign Land
When I look back, I do not recognise myself. The young woman is a foreign land, she moves among mountains in dark gorges unknown in my open landscape. In what way am I her? What connects us? I do not identify with her, perhaps because I do not choose to. Far easier to identify and …
The Phone Call
Memory may iron out the pain, giving things a uniform blandness, but somewhere within, the capacity to relive exists to bring back the past with a lucidity that can overwhelm and transport you back into itself. There was a phone call, seven years after the last time I was punched. I am standing at the …
An Introduction
Sometimes when I wake up in the morning, I find myself surprised by joy, and looking back at some of the bleakness in my life, I am musing on how it has happened. I found that I was writing pieces with no intended purpose, and, wondering what to do with them, a blog came to …
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