8:55pm Mum had dutifully kissed my forehead and said goodnight. Absent-mindedly watching T.V., I glanced at the time. It was precariously close to 9:00pm, at which point I would conquer a great personal fear. The mint slice. Yes, that humbleRead more…
Breaking the horse
“A woman watches her body uneasily, as though it were an unreliable ally in the battle for love.” Leonard Cohen * It was like a march. It had replaced all other rhythms – a perverted offbeat, from within my blood.Read more…