Monday, August 30, 2010

sleeping too deep

sometimes i sleep when i should not. i hear your voice in my head. but still i wake to find you are not there.

Friday, August 27, 2010


I will tell her...she sighs and stirs, sweeps her unbrushed hair clear of her watery eyes, goes to rise but remains sitting, cups her hands around a jug - a junk shop present to herself. In her eyes the window makes small bright squares, under her eyes cusps of blue twin-moon her white face. She pushes her hair clear, sighs and stirs.

from In between the sheets by Ian McEwan

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

hold tight, it's just beginning.

she struggled and drew in a shallow breath.
"i am afraid," she said.
"of what?" he asked.
she let her breath go.
and underneath it softly murmured, "of failure."