Sisters
It’s a lonely world without you,darling sister.No longer your familiar kind voicethere to listenwhen I worry about my boysor my grandchildren,or have problems with one
November 15, 2023
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It’s a lonely world without you,darling sister.No longer your familiar kind voicethere to listenwhen I worry about my boysor my grandchildren,or have problems with one
Just as you think you’re doing well,You’re feeling strong,you’ve got it all sorted,so cool calm and collected,they catch you,out of the blue. It’s a hand
The day Teal ate your hatyou weren’t best pleased.He chewed it well, that dear dog,his sloppy yellow jaw gnawing awayat the brown felt and trim.
This afternoon I trippedthrough black vinyl and battered covers of vanished years. Lost my mind as I tasted Stevie Nicks’ Bella Donnaand tangoed in the
You walked beside mesome forty years or more,my right-hand woman,leaving footprints on the pavements,in the sand, in my home. You saw my babies born,and die,
In a Chelsea restaurantthe young boy sits stiffly,school blazer straight-backed,hands flat on flannel grey,darting glances at his father,whose fingertip commandmesmerises waiters to his wide. Father
You were 26 years old,witty, handsome.You worked for a fashion brandbehind the Royal Academy,relished a young man’s London life. After I heard the news I
In a Chelsea restaurantthe young boy sits stiffly,school blazer straight-backed,hands flat on flannel grey,darting glances at his father,whose fingertip commandmesmerises waiters to his side. Father
The double doors had rubber seals. They swung open with a crash against the wall. A porter pushed your stretcher through. It was April Fool’s