“An agony. The exit like the entrance – but reversed. A palindrome: gut-tug.” Lorrie Moore I had my heart broken twice last year. One was your standard romantic affair, exploding like a landmine, and propelling me into a new reality I’m still struggling to recognise as my own. The other I saw coming, though it… Read More For Charlie (A Lingering Farewell)
American columnist Erma Bombeck said of her career writing about the quirks of her home life “there is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt” and it is true in most cases that the bigger the laugh, the deeper the well of despair that it echoed out of.… Read More Don’t Worry, Be Happy
I fell, you merely tripped A stumble of the heart. You went ahead, I fell behind Our paths began to part. I looked in front to catch you up But your were out of sight. Around a bend, beyond my reach A better view for you.
I found a heart shaped pebble Lying in the sand A treasure from the beach to me I held it in my hand But as my fingers brushed it clean It changed its shape anew It slid from me back to the sea And disappeared from view
