On love and loss

On love and loss

When you wake from broken sleep unrested, unresolved, unpicking lies, the weft and warpof love gone awry. When realisation dawnsbright as day, that betrayalcascades through human hope corroding your soul’s protective layer.   Then it’s time for Truthwithdrawing projections that…

No fancy phrases

No fancy phrases

The thing is Godde when I speak to you I find that I’m pretty incoherent. No fancy phrases, or lucid lines as if I’m not even sure what I’m doing. It’s as though, without wanting to be rude that I’m…