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journalled scars He tenderly reads, these slicing sighs He stitches and breathes, my anguished cries He bleeds and bleeds He. … Read more my…

Well, hello roller coaster. What good friends we’ve become.

Darrin has re-started chemo. He had a sudden, severe down turn. Long story short, if he hadn’t started it again… Read more Well, hello roller coaster. What good friends we’ve become.

Hey there! It’s been a while. And good news…Darrin has survived 6 months of chemo and is doing well. I’m… Read more “Jason, you’re talking like an idiot, and making it sound stupid”

…that is, adding a title. I really think it’s one of the hardest things ever in the history of, I… Read more easier said than done…

Hello to whoever might be reading. I’ve decided I’m going to make my blog private for the time being, for… Read more

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I wonder what mum and grandma are thinking Mum was born after the First World War…

How it always seemed he was cutting her down. Her paranoia. How she had misunderstood. And that letter… Read more Prologue B (their second beginning)

wednesday (part one is here) “It was a stramineous night, filled with scratchy un-poeticisms and badly timed… Read more prologue A (part eight)

wednesday (part one is here) His heart obeyed. Rather automatically – hushing as he so carefully tore… Read more hush (part seven)

wednesday (part one is here) She was so happy she finally had her driver’s license. But she wasn’t going… Read more someone used to call her the diving girl. a misheard lyric. like her, she felt. (part six)