I would have loved nothing more than to leave you gracefully, but those matches I had hidden in my back pocket were yearning to be struck as I had been stricken with guilt and buried underneath your lies somewhere in the bottom of your soul, next to the misfortune you carried and scrawled into the … Continue reading I Developed A Taste For It
I have missed you and our time together, and I want you to know that I am sorry our paths took us in different directions and never really left a moment for us to consider how that happened anyway. I wish life and old promises had a reset button, I’d push that button until my … Continue reading The Old Friend
I wish I had told you how beautiful I thought your garden was, and though I was quick to thank you for the garlic and the sweet rosemary your boys brought to me, I never told you how lovely you were when I watched you levelling the soil and pulling the weeds next door. There … Continue reading The Neighbour
For my starbrother, Matthew D. Eayre The Postman I don’t even know where to start, ideally it would be sometime after the end of the thing that never had the chance to begin anyway, at least not in this life. It’s a funny thing, to write a letter to someone I have never written a … Continue reading The Postman
Sunshine on Razor Wire: perspectives from "inside"
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the maiden, mother and caffeinated crone
Poetry and prose by Basilike Pappa
