To Ian McDonald
Dear Ian McDonald, As I sit here this cold, grey morning in Craig Old Road my mind and heart and soul wander through the moments you’ve remembered these past decades. I see now, Ian, if I may be so bold, that there comes a time when a girl must rise and burn the leeches from her skin so that she may forge a sword of … Continue reading To Ian McDonald
Reportah Storie
For our journalists. Yuh tink I like wake up every marnin’ an’ see you? Dat I like lef’ meh house, meh pickanee, meh lil piece in dis cowboy country? Yuh tink dis is how I wan’ live? Dat I wan’ watch dem minista thief? Dat I wan’ watch thief watchin’ thief? Yuh really tink I wan’ hear how yuh beat yuh wife? And how she … Continue reading Reportah Storie
Vagina!
I’m a woman and yes of course I have a vagina. I just realised that I haven’t written this word once on my blog. Shame on me. Anyway, to make up for it let’s all say it: VAGINA! VAGINA! VAGINA! See? Not so bad, now was it? Oh wait, I should note here that I am partial to the word “cunt” as well. I’ll have … Continue reading Vagina!
Stop run ya man’s phone, email and facebook!
Trust is not a one way thing. It’s ironic that people ask me for relationship advice. You’d think I’m some very experienced woman with enough ruined relationships to serve as a sort of guru. I’m not. Every time a woman in particular asks me for advice the conversation ends one way. She’s depressed and angry by the end of it and usually writes me off … Continue reading Stop run ya man’s phone, email and facebook!
Silence…
The unsaid. The unborn. Impregnated with words, feelings, so much of me. Sharing a quick moment with you while I’m on the go. Sara. Continue reading Silence…
