Posts Tagged: blogging

not quite the end 

I’m taking a holiday from this blog. And my head isn’t coming with me. When I return I hope it’s rooted in dirt growing leaves and something useful other than its well recognised implements of torture. Thank you for reading

not quite the end 

I’m taking a holiday from this blog. And my head isn’t coming with me. When I return I hope it’s rooted in dirt growing leaves and something useful other than its well recognised implements of torture. Thank you for reading

six word story no. 30

hush, indeterminate absence is hardly abandonment.

six word story no. 30

hush, indeterminate absence is hardly abandonment.

inside the twisted mind of Gordon Flanders part 2

Here’s part two. Inside the mind of Gordon Flanders. Don’t miss part one. Go on, read it then come back to this. So, who the fuck is Gordon Flanders? Shit, I had a rationale at the time. I came up

inside the twisted mind of Gordon Flanders part 2

Here’s part two. Inside the mind of Gordon Flanders. Don’t miss part one. Go on, read it then come back to this. So, who the fuck is Gordon Flanders? Shit, I had a rationale at the time. I came up

inside the twisted mind of Gordon Flanders part 1

I pictured Gordon Flanders as a young African American who wore hip-hop and was a TA for a lit class in some snooty New York university. When I found out he was white and a bartender, I imagined he was

inside the twisted mind of Gordon Flanders part 1

I pictured Gordon Flanders as a young African American who wore hip-hop and was a TA for a lit class in some snooty New York university. When I found out he was white and a bartender, I imagined he was

six word story no. 2

love caused everything to be fuzzy.

six word story no. 2

love caused everything to be fuzzy.

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?

soi scene at 9 am

Sathorn, Bangkok, Thailand 1. a farang flags down a motorbike taxi in a good shirt, blue, and linen trousers that will not survive the city’s grit. 2. an eighty year old Thai lady crawls by on her walker, defying death,

soi scene at 9 am

Sathorn, Bangkok, Thailand 1. a farang flags down a motorbike taxi in a good shirt, blue, and linen trousers that will not survive the city’s grit. 2. an eighty year old Thai lady crawls by on her walker, defying death,

running with lions

Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam dusk on Saturday, ran down Nguyen Hue squeezed in by death metal lions, cacophony of roaring engines still my monkey mind. © listentothebabe

running with lions

Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam dusk on Saturday, ran down Nguyen Hue squeezed in by death metal lions, cacophony of roaring engines still my monkey mind. © listentothebabe

moonstruck

the magic mushrooms was your idea. It was your first time in the tropics, with him, this man you were beginning to like. You thought what better way to push past the clumsy peeling of layers than coupling within a

moonstruck

the magic mushrooms was your idea. It was your first time in the tropics, with him, this man you were beginning to like. You thought what better way to push past the clumsy peeling of layers than coupling within a

monsoon

the monsoon curtain fell– a reprieve from summer. been trapped in its kitchen for 90 days. thais say it’s the worst in a decade. my OCD landlady makes repairs before the rains drown us hammering, drilling nonstop feel it ricochet

monsoon

the monsoon curtain fell– a reprieve from summer. been trapped in its kitchen for 90 days. thais say it’s the worst in a decade. my OCD landlady makes repairs before the rains drown us hammering, drilling nonstop feel it ricochet

an interview with one of the world’s last great bloggers

Fred Colton and I arrange to meet for drinks. I come fifteen minutes early so I see him before he sees me. He spots me with ease. The only stormtrooper in the pub. He is the perfect gentleman, never once

an interview with one of the world’s last great bloggers

Fred Colton and I arrange to meet for drinks. I come fifteen minutes early so I see him before he sees me. He spots me with ease. The only stormtrooper in the pub. He is the perfect gentleman, never once

A.M.

Used to be the first thing she would reach for was a cigarette. She never smoked in bed but the stick fresh out of its pack was a lure to the fish in her that swam in dreams that were

A.M.

Used to be the first thing she would reach for was a cigarette. She never smoked in bed but the stick fresh out of its pack was a lure to the fish in her that swam in dreams that were