YOU Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head. so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name, like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllables like a charm, like a spell. Falling in love is glamorous hell: the crouched, parched hear
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fGbwbTlplcI&feature=related I was mixed up when you came to meToo broke to fixSaid ‘daddy get you gone, I’m missing my baby’Still missing my baby… I was stitched up by the hands of fateSaid how you gonna make it on your ownIf
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dBCkoDJkIOc http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6RWu9h2Ma0 Faith, loss and love-longing. Moby visits the big three of being? Ever since first heard ‘why does my heart feel so bad’ ( is it a question I wonder or an acceptance o
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VW0HouUCZHg You light the skies, up above meA star, so bright, you blind me, yeahDon’t close your eyesDon’t fade away, don’t fade away- Oh Yeah you and me we can ride on a starIf you stay with me girlWe can rule the world-Yeah you and me we can light up
So much hair everywhere noted the girl who had not noticed very much anything for weeks. And why this zest for parted hair ? She zig-zagged the trolley around the red and gold displays smiling at the intense, list clutching crowds of women who were trying to stabilise some
Anne Hathaway: Carol Ann Duffy’s Written On the Body? Anne Hathawayby Carol Ann Duffy from The World’s Wife ‘Item I gyve unto my wife my second best bed …’(from Shakespeare’s will) The bed we loved in was a spinning worldof forests, castles,
I THE opal and the sapphire of that wandering western sea, And the woman riding high above with bright hair flapping free– The woman whom I loved so, and who loyally loved me. II The pale mews plained below us, and the waves seemed far away In a nether sky, engrossed in saying t
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aijUTaDrn78 An amazingly catchy remix. Amy Winehouse has THE VOICE of today’s music. Just wish she would take up the slow lane and stop the self-destruction. Talents like her are singularly special.
She stands up in the garden where she has been working and looks into the distance. She has sensed a shift in the weather. There is another gust of wind, a buckle of noise in the air, and the tall cypresses sway. She turns and moves uphill toward the house, climbing over a low wall, f
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EjT6uVJbSdg Baby Ladies Fellas Are you ready? Lets dance Baby (ooooh) I know you like me (I know you like me) I know you do (I know you do) Thats why whenever I come around Shes all over you (she’s all over you) I know you want it (I know you want
George was watching the polar bear and Ms Simpson’s hat. He had decided to fall in love with a singer who would love only him and dedicate all her songs to his green eyes and hidden depths so he lifted his nearly famous green eyes to a spot above the red hat and began
The ward is a long ward full of chaotic things like beds and curtains and tea-trolleys. They have put me in a side room with blackened-out windows. Every four hours that horrid nurse comes in, asks for my arm and injects a straw-coloured liquid into the tube that extends from it. I ha
Using LANGUAGE TO WRITE and LIVE IN.It’s in not knowing, that we speak of the things that we know. Readers are friends; close and sometimes removed – intimate and incestuous – they are always waiting to be found.
Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself. For Lucy had her work cut out for her. The doors would be taken off their hinges; Rumpelmayer’s men were coming. And then, thought Clarissa Dalloway, what a morning—fresh as if issued to children on a beach. What a lark! What a plu
We were tangled in each other’s arms so that I wasn’t sure whose hand that was by my head, was it hers or mine? I moved my hand. The hand by my head didn’t move. She saw me looking at it. It’s yours, she said. I mean, it’s on the end of my arm. But itR