In a bun dance

If I'm going to get something, I usually get it in spades - luck (both kinds), children, clutter, dirty laundry, bright ideas, daft ideas...

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5 Wednesday

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Things there are no words for   The exact exasperation of a fly buzz-by again. Jump-scare daylight after a matinee. The beat-beat calm before bad news bites. And when you see your son as a reasonable human being… and quite like him. Someone put sugar in the tea and didn’t tell you, or salt. Wondering […]

4 Tuesday

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Why me?   How can it be that I am me? After all, I could just as easily have been a flea, or a pea. How did I get here – to 3.52, right now in this place? And of everyone who’s ever been so far – the eleventy kertrillion former people, representatives of the […]

3 Monday

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Squeeze   All of a sudden there’s a squeeze around the heart. Sharp. A wincing intake.   In a photo, it’s not the summery smiles with ice cream ghosts that nettles, but the unspooling since.   I feel it in a sugar crunch, sharp with lemon, in the opening of a Top 40 climber. In […]

Masks

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On the most ordinary of outings Between the seasonal specials and the dog food That’s where it happens Crossing off baked beans and then You look up and There is a baby who doesn’t smile back Why would he? The woman with the liver-spotted knuckles and the sardines in her trolley List, tightly clutched Her […]