Category Archives: reverie

I’ve always liked this word.
When I was a child I thought
it meant slipping into another
dimension.

cat’s out

This post is about a cat. Some of you know her as Deadcatcomesback. If you missed her hissing and spitting and wandered over to her site, you would find it under lock and key because I’ve let the cat back

cat’s out

This post is about a cat. Some of you know her as Deadcatcomesback. If you missed her hissing and spitting and wandered over to her site, you would find it under lock and key because I’ve let the cat back

a year-long…

was it as good for you as it was for me?

a year-long…

was it as good for you as it was for me?

psst!

got any benzodiazepines? now don’t be a bitch. spare one. jellyfish are comin’. © listentothebabe

psst!

got any benzodiazepines? now don’t be a bitch. spare one. jellyfish are comin’. © listentothebabe

i lost the plot

I thought I had it, then words fucking leapt off the page embarrassed to be seen with each other. Not one to moan I mapped my way back. It was my partner’s idea, mindmapping, and it did help me track down

i lost the plot

I thought I had it, then words fucking leapt off the page embarrassed to be seen with each other. Not one to moan I mapped my way back. It was my partner’s idea, mindmapping, and it did help me track down

why this writer likes blogging

I know of a blogger who migrated his words to another blog so he feels less inhibited. I won’t tell because I want to keep this to myself. His words are little licks of pleasure. I feel this for all

why this writer likes blogging

I know of a blogger who migrated his words to another blog so he feels less inhibited. I won’t tell because I want to keep this to myself. His words are little licks of pleasure. I feel this for all

because we all happen upon death

My skull ring. It’s the last thing that comes off at night, and the first thing that goes on in the morning. I fancy telling you it’s because I’m a rock and roll chick and I listen to death metal

because we all happen upon death

My skull ring. It’s the last thing that comes off at night, and the first thing that goes on in the morning. I fancy telling you it’s because I’m a rock and roll chick and I listen to death metal

jellyfish hours

I reach for my phone and it says 3am. Fuck. These are wretched hours when dangerous thoughts snuggle up to you under the duvet. I try to sleep but after fifteen minutes I give up. I reach for my phone

jellyfish hours

I reach for my phone and it says 3am. Fuck. These are wretched hours when dangerous thoughts snuggle up to you under the duvet. I try to sleep but after fifteen minutes I give up. I reach for my phone

the threat of happiness

It comes every now and then, this threat of happiness and I don’t care to trust it. There’s a conspiracy hatched by god, his angels, zeus, sandman, and whoever else is fucking in charge to keep me from it. They

the threat of happiness

It comes every now and then, this threat of happiness and I don’t care to trust it. There’s a conspiracy hatched by god, his angels, zeus, sandman, and whoever else is fucking in charge to keep me from it. They

ok so i think he’s sexy too…

I’d sleep with Russell Brand if he promised me pillow talk politics. I don’t like masquerading lists as posts because that’s lazy writing and makes me suspect you’ve run out of things to write about. But I am feeling quite

ok so i think he’s sexy too…

I’d sleep with Russell Brand if he promised me pillow talk politics. I don’t like masquerading lists as posts because that’s lazy writing and makes me suspect you’ve run out of things to write about. But I am feeling quite

running, writing

It was pre-dawn. I fought the urge to crawl back under the duvet. I dragged on my running gear and only noticed that I had my running top inside out when I had left my flat; but Hong Kong was

running, writing

It was pre-dawn. I fought the urge to crawl back under the duvet. I dragged on my running gear and only noticed that I had my running top inside out when I had left my flat; but Hong Kong was

James Franco, you lucky bugger

I’ve gone AWOL on you folks. Been lax on spreading the love. But big things came up this week: the Ferguson verdict, climate change, my landlady’s ongoing struggle with power outages on our street (apparently squirrels get fried as they run carefree

James Franco, you lucky bugger

I’ve gone AWOL on you folks. Been lax on spreading the love. But big things came up this week: the Ferguson verdict, climate change, my landlady’s ongoing struggle with power outages on our street (apparently squirrels get fried as they run carefree

on Carl Sagan

I’m a geek. So now you know that about me too. Haunted by Nolan’s Interstellar– which didn’t quite meet my expectations– I rifled through my library and found something to soothe my disappointment. Contact by Carl Sagan is one of my

on Carl Sagan

I’m a geek. So now you know that about me too. Haunted by Nolan’s Interstellar– which didn’t quite meet my expectations– I rifled through my library and found something to soothe my disappointment. Contact by Carl Sagan is one of my

dirty old men are not

You know those dirty looks you give them, the old white male and his young Thai/Vietnamese/Filipina (fill in as appropriate) companion? I understand why you can’t help it. Human beings, we’re conditioned to look for the story, and some of

dirty old men are not

You know those dirty looks you give them, the old white male and his young Thai/Vietnamese/Filipina (fill in as appropriate) companion? I understand why you can’t help it. Human beings, we’re conditioned to look for the story, and some of

just another dead spot on the Lonely Planet

fishing fleet against a sunset! i hoist my Nikon out. no filter needed. ah that’s picturesque isn’t it? your boats lie moored for day-trippers like me. but to you it is the end of another slog. the sea is a

just another dead spot on the Lonely Planet

fishing fleet against a sunset! i hoist my Nikon out. no filter needed. ah that’s picturesque isn’t it? your boats lie moored for day-trippers like me. but to you it is the end of another slog. the sea is a