Year’s end I wept at false summits, legs aching, throat dry How much further? One more step, another. Surely now, that’s the peak. There. This time. Standing, gasping, hands on hips Lake glints. The path behind me dips And twists, and I can’t see the rocks that tripped me The spot where we ate […]
100 words – movement
If you’d seen me in the class with the others on our mats, you couldn’t tell. My pose – all swiveled and clutching – looked just like others. Bent pipe cleaner, tangled headphones. But I knew it was wrong. Pushing and silently grunting, I couldn’t twist past my spare flesh-cluttered front. My shameful flesh-cluttered front, […]
100 words: carpe momento
100 words – The Queen
The Queen. I’d never met her, though she seemed like a nice old lady; the kind of granny who’d sneak you a toffee. Not any longer – she died today. Of course, there are more opinions about monarchy and history than years in her record-breaking reign. Right, wrong, royal? Who knows? But on my way […]
100 words – imposter syndrome
I cannot diagnose myself with imposter syndrome, because, in doing so, I would admit that I have, in fact, reach the criteria even if I can’t shift the sneaky sensation that I’ve misunderstood the vary nature of what we’re doing here. The reality is that if I say ‘that’s me, I have that thing where […]