“I am left with this constant feeling of having done something awful, and yet I am still hungry” Deborah Feldman
Guilt is the emotion that speaks to me when I sneak away to read, an innocent pleasure that has attached itself to naughtiness. Escaping into a place that is so much more exhilarating than the life I have.
Even now, so far away from that little girl, my body still reacts as if I am breaking a cardinal rule, evading the things that need to be done.
Our bodies remember it all, trust me.
All it took was my mother’s…
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I thought I could be as strong as the Terminator against his comments. My resilience was a myth. I caved. I couldn’t sleep. Him and his gang of misfits successfully got to me. They made up straight-out lies. My own work col…
Life was never easy for Shane, looking down at her black lab’s ritual of spinning in circles until she finally settled down for a nap.
How and when she decides to finally stop perplexed her.
She contemplated the purpose behind her puppy’s ritual, realising she too circles, only for her it is inside her head.
Spinning dry, uninspiring webs of thoughts, until either from sheer exhaustion or a welcome distraction they recede into the background.
At last, finally at rest, her sweet dog lays snoring beside her, yet her mind returned to its endless loop of randomness.
Ensnared was the…
“We’re rushing to return to a place that no longer exists” Derek Beres
Is back better? Where do we go from here? Back? Forward?
It became apparent Lucy was lost.
Back tracking was not possible as she could not recall the exact path.
Forward felt equally dismal and unreliable.
Paralysed in one spot.
Urging her foot to take a step ahead into the thick mist, her hands groping for something solid to ease her fears.
While behind her is clearer, returning back she knew was not possible.
Following a long respite forced by the pandemic, Lucy craved the comfort of…
This is a powerful statement Genius, from a man who watches and supports from the side of the stage. Greatness cannot stand alone, without the support and encouragement of others who too are great. This resonates with something I had just published last week. Fantastic piece, Genius!
“I’m in a relationship with a very powerful woman,” Graham once joked. “She owns half the world. You can lose your identity.”
Janu spoke very little, devoted much of her days to helping her mother and caring for her four younger siblings, typical of the eldest girls in the village.
Although she blended in well, there was an unexplained presence that wafted around her.
Who knew what was circulating around in her head? What visions simmered inside her?
Perhaps it was the way her eyes transfixed everyone she met, walking away inspired, yet disturbed; feelings that were unsettling.
Unlike the other women whose eyes swept the ground, Janu had the courage to lift her head upright she walked with a purpose.