may 2008

may blossoms 

green greedy to lush up our lives 

on the land

each trip outside is a new growth spurt

i think i am allergic to the horse but still really appreciating the discrete way he trims the lawn

so much change

moving from winter to warmth

meditating on being part of the garden

swallows diving with gravity all under their control

women come and go on the land

sometimes we click and gel sometimes it's not easy being in an open community

but still so grateful to experience living in a paradise place

don't want to imagine leaving

even holidays can mean missing something

still writing wondering if anyone will ever make my work into media

but not too bothered 

cos i wake up happy

x

majikle: october006

majikle: September 2006

well autumn now coming on full
big splashings of lightening flashing rain
living under a big old oak on top of a hill i have to be willing to let go, if i get hit i get hit.
would be a fabulous way to go
a blaze of glory
a story for friends to tell their families
ah the lure of fame, would i die for it?
hope not just for it
but happy to die,
feel good about the life i live
ready to leave if my name gets called
not willing to rage against the dying of the light
anyway is autumn always taking us inside away from the brightside?
college is a trip, twenty years on and i am feeling strange, tried to go to the lesbian gay bisexual group meeting but hid my head and dashed out shy!
Still, they say a good writer is a person failed in other things, a sort of consolation prize for being single and introverted.
but lying in bed for as long as i want to getting up early to watch the dawn without worrying about waking my moody girlfriend is treasure
Miss kissing tho.
late blossom of pink blooms on my steps
i saw my truck from the other side of my fence
thought if i didn't live there
i would be so jealous of the woman who did
hows that for in the place to be
big lovehug

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Wednesday, September 13, 2006

september
september 2006
the summer fading out slowly
like the kindness of nature
letting us understand aging one grey hair at a time.
fell in love and it all over,
again,
in quick time swish like a friendly cow tail.
i think i knew when i looked into her shining smile that soon it would all change.
i thought about throwing me into the sea,
just then when it was all around me,
happiness,
before the enevitable plunge to the pit.
[see hairdressers husband] such is the stuff of film stars and not the truth of us mere flesh and blood,
so instead i watched with fascination as i fucked it up one more time.
wanted her so much that i blew it up
my own personal terror wrist.
so now alone again and writing in a truck on a mountain powered by the sun.
it is a fairy story life but with only a light salting of happy endings
at least my ex has stopped screaming blue murder in my face periodically and had me pissing my pants with fear
so many angry women when am i going to realise i need to stop finding my love of feist in others and do it myself.
starting group therapy and an ma in creative writing so now then lets see what that will be
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september

september 2006
the summer fading out slowly
like the kindness of nature
letting us understand aging one grey hair at a time.
fell in love and it all over,
again,
in quick time swish like a friendly cow tail.
i think i knew when i looked into her shining smile that soon it would all change.
i thought about throwing me into the sea,
just then when it was all around me,
happiness,
before the enevitable plunge to the pit.
[see hairdressers husband] such is the stuff of film stars and not the truth of us mere flesh and blood,
so instead i watched with fascination as i fucked it up one more time.
wanted her so much that i blew it up
my own personal terror wrist.
so now alone again and writing in a truck on a mountain powered by the sun.
it is a fairy story life but with only a light salting of happy endings
at least my ex has stopped screaming blue murder in my face periodically and had me pissing my pants with fear
so many angry women when am i going to realise i need to stop finding my love of feist in others and do it myself.
starting group therapy and an ma in creative writing so now then lets see what that will be

majikle

hello yous, well heres the start of the story and even if it is unread at least it will be written.