Rockabye Rain

As if my prayers were answered it rains and rains and rains and rains and rains. The delicate dancing droplets soothe my almost sleeping soul as the day is washed away and I drift downstream and into my dreams. The rockabye rain lullaby sings me to sleep 

The Blind Date

‘He has tattoos’ my friend Sharon announces. Without looking up I continue to crease statutory notices. ‘I think either he has been to ibiza or he’s about to go, anyway he likes to go out, he’s always out’. I pretend to ignore her, scoring hard folds, before slotting into white C5 envelopes with a window.…

Moaning About The Weather

Brits cannot go a day without commenting on the weather, it is our specialist subject and we even have a lexicon of weather words to help us describe the ever changing conditions.  I love all weather. I especially love rain, heavy rain, heavy downpours of torrential rain. I cannot remember ever moaning about the weather…

Uncharacteristic Acts

Stab a Cancerian Man through the heart. Rip through those sinews, twist and tear, and shred – shred all he stands for to pieces.  Punch an Aquarian woman square in the face, make her hurt more than her own insecurities ever could, then, offer to help her up before pushing her down again; look who’s…

Fem Feelings … Sax before Sex

I wake up naked and alone. Flicking my hair over my shoulder so it tickles my back, I smile at myself in the mirror. ‘Morning Sexy’, says the voice from nowhere. I sit up facing my reflection before angling myself into a pose that makes my nipples point upward, bringing my arm in and pushing…

Songs for Beryl

Singing is the lesser developed of my creative abilities. Music is a strange one for me as I love sound and dancing but require silence to get through the day. Lyric in song, its tone and message impact me greatly – when I hear something I like I stop in my tracks, play on repeat…