Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay. With thanks. He could kill me this time. Before the blow that never comes, I leave. In the no-man’s land between now, and the awareness of now, I withdraw from my body. From the feet upwards, until I exit, like breath, from the back of my head. A gossamer …
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Interstices
I find myself in the gaps between words. In the interstices, where awareness flows unfettered by meaning and paints a world that does not fit neatly into the dictionary. I cannot shoehorn all of myself into ways of being that end in a full stop. My sense of self stretches beyond this physical body and …
“I lost a world the other day…”
I remember… I remember… I remember an inn Miranda and a highwayman who came knocking at its door, under a new moon shining wi’ the twinkle, twinkle little stars that looked down on a land where the Jumblies sold sealing wax and cabbages and kings asked queens, who asked the little serving maid, not to …
Learner drivers and the art of the double declutch
My friends and family are in mourning: the Conservatives have sailed home with a workable majority and the Scottish National Party has all but obliterated Labour in Scotland. And I have come home to the Tory heartland, to the town of my birth, a distinction that I share with Margaret Thatcher. It pleases me to …
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Yorkshire curd tarts and soft oven bottoms
What is it about food that builds its reputation in your memory into a yearning? It’s pretty much possible to get most things English in Australia, where I now live – Marmite, McVities chocolate digestives, red Leicester cheese … But Yorkshire curd tarts, oven cakes (or soft oven bottoms as they are traditionally known) and …
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The space between memory and reality
The space between memory and reality. Space enough to slip the feeler gauge of imagination, to form a crack that the drip, drip, drip of distance widens into a gorge, where the river of hope, fear and desire gushes down and down until it reaches the sea of forgetfulness.
Salatheel 