Room No 3 (Sunday Times Travel Magazine)

Everyone assured me it was probably something small when the Canadian embassy phoned me 4 days before my flight to call me for an interview. ‘Probably procedure’, ‘Can’t be anything bad’, ‘Tell them you have a job,’ was the advice passed on to me from various family members when I […]

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Underwater

All while you’re a float. I am sunk en. (image: http://weheartit.com/entry/50413471/via/LilithPukeRainbow)

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The Cut

I’m the paper cut you hiss at, then tenderly kiss before forgetting, until you accidentally see the scar in the right light as you write. (image:http://bit.ly/XKiLT4)

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Today.

Again. Again. Again. I never fail to be surprised. If it wasn’t so hilarious it would be tragic.

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Why Photos are like Music

I sit and search through photo blogs. Day in and day out. And the best ones leave me reeling. There are a million things bursting in my head right now. Searing through my thoughts with a blinding white light of people and love and planets and feelings and hair and […]

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That starved Land

You don’t want to go here my friend. It’s an ugly place. Where only ugly people go. Where broken glass and rusty tins lie on the floor. It’s a terrible mess. There’s blood on the floorboards. And bones from long-dead birds. There’s rusty tangled chimes in the rafters. They make […]

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Here Comes the Sun

It was a raining day today. And I was moody. And nothing was right with the world. And my heart felt like some ripe almost-rotten fruit that wanted to burst through my chest. And I didn’t hear what people said. I heard the windscreen wipers wipe the screen. And the […]

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