ten minutes of movements 24/05/16
eyes blinking hair is kind of tickling my lip brush it with my left had right hand is moving upon page left toes curl under and now stretch breath in and out head moces to the left quickly but slowly moving to the right leg in now itching itch with left hand moving right arm down the table so that I can reach the page itching nose with left forefinger arm is starting to ache leaning back in chair ...
Sunday 20th November 2016 7:53 pm
A phone call. 17/05/16
You enter the room.
A telephone rings.
You pick up.
It's her.
She thinks you're her lover.
She calls you a name.
She says she'll see you tonight.
She hangs up.
A few minutes pass.
The phone rings again.
This time she calls you a different name.
She says she won't see you tonight.
She hangs up again.
Sunday 20th November 2016 7:18 pm
moments 07/06/2016
trying to capture every moment. impossibility. moment after moment. too little time. watching the fingers flick and glide and turn and grasp. heat. wondering how. unanticipated. clenching and swirling. watching. breathing. craving. that one second. no words. just one single look. the eyes speak what words cannot. the eyes speak when words cannot. the eyes speak in a way that words cannot. desire. ...
Sunday 20th November 2016 7:12 pm
In the hall 17/02/16
They stand in the large hall.
Square concrete slabs are rough and abbrasive.
Child falls.
Into stained floor of gum.
"Are you coming on saturday night?"
She is standing with her arms behind her back.
"Mummy" child yells.
She is playing the role of someone who works here.
Child yells "WAHH!".
"Oh so you are, it's your house."
"Ma'am."
She turns.
Child screams.
...Sunday 20th November 2016 7:11 pm
across the river 17/02/16
she sat on a bench over looking the river and manor. the impressive view she found caught her breath and she stared in awe. the sun setting across the horizon provided a soft glow to the sky, which was some what warming. the sound of the various birds whom where gloriously flying in the warm autumn sun, gave her a sense of contentness. this is where she went to be at peace. when it all became too ...
Sunday 20th November 2016 7:03 pm
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