The Un-Birthday

I chose not to send you a birthday card. But I still thought about you all day. I thought about Mum, back in the day and her fierce disapproval that I had chosen this quiet protest. “Oh Kate,” she would have said, the rest left unspoken. Fuck You. This morning I see you are in…

The One-Pointed Arrow

OMG! The incessant chatter in my head Kick it into touch. Noise, words, thoughts, rolling round and around and around and utterly, superbly missing the point. Like some crazy whirling dervish around and around the centre of life, I miss and miss the point, miss the point, like a ball bearing in a tin, spun…