Kissing the Joy As It Flies

I’ve never really written about my username. It’s a quote from a William Blake poem: He who binds himself to a joy Does the winged life destroy He who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity’s sunrise. I don’t know if I have a favourite poem as such, but this comes close. It…

TMI Tuesday

I am writing again at the moment, but I haven’t anything ready to go on the blog, and it’s been too long! So here’s some TMI to keep you busy while I labour heartily in the wordmines. 1. You can only keep 3 things: (pick and explain your choices) Coffee Jewelry Books Chocolate Wine or…

Hungry Ghosts

red walls red lights two ghosts, on a bed, laughing   you can always make new memories a man says to me- minutes later I taste the words in his mouth, lick his words off my thigh.   I put the memory in the box where I keep all my precious things.   two hungry…