I lie in bed, groping for sleep. Rosie snores gently beside me. My mind refuses to shutdown, so I watch three episodes of the IT Crowd instead, hoping to dispel the rumours in my head. I think I have discovered something. It is the uncertainty that makes it rumour.
I can’t tell you what it is. Continue reading
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Yesterday was our seventh wedding anniversary, so I should have expected a woollen jumper or some new copper piping. I got neither of those things. Continue reading
Too mortal, a choreographic work performed at St Pancras Church, London, by the Shobana Jeyasingh Dance Company (source: shobanajeyasingh.co.uk)
Maybe he doesn’t know. Maybe he doesn’t know how much it costs me to ask for help. Even if it’s a little bit of help. Continue reading
Without warning, this longing.
For years, I have lived in exile – from intimate emotion, from touch. I learned to live without, and felt stronger, superior even. I was untouchable in the Western sense: unreachable and thus invincible.
There were reasons for this Continue reading