Purpose I watch the busy ants and wonder why we’re here. What’s the reason for it all? Is it to mate and procreate then keep the little buggers alive? Or raise our arms and howl to waken ancestors… and neighbours and join a primal cacophony? Can we heal our world when it’s been driven like […]
Who do you think you are? 100 words
In flight – 100 words
In flight I still think it’s miraculous that a fat-bellied hunk of metal and plastic full of grumbling humans can launch itself out of the grey Manchester rain and into a landscape of ripples and blue. Yet we roll our eyes and half watch someone with false eyelashes tell us about blowing a whistle to […]
Up north – 100 words
People are friendlier, they’d help if you got stabbed, you know, dial 999 for you. They just wouldn’t in the south. But it rains a lot: makes everything green. Clouds decorate huge skies, something to look at while you wait for the bus – today’s only bus trundling through mountains, by glistening water to a […]
Patches
Patches There used to be a secret thing only for old women and certainly not happening here. Imagine my confusion (anxiety/upset/irritation/depression/etc) when, all of a sudden, my prime turned into something entirely other. A stultifying mist of shame descended and I hid from concerned gazes: I didn’t have answers: You can’t say: I think I’m […]