Tales from a Soccer Sideline #1

“I DIDN’T GET THE AWARD FOR SPORTSMANSHIP!” he spits at his mother, devil-red in the face, smoke pistonning from his nostrils. The 9 year old striker’s fists begin to crack closed forcefully, his tiny brain struggling to makes sense of it all, teeth grinding in fury. “Yes, I was watching the award ceremony,” responds hisContinue reading “Tales from a Soccer Sideline #1”

The smell of safety

It’s enough to singe the nose hair. Or at least relieve my nasal spray of it’s duties. Is it alcohol?  My wine definitely doesn’t smell like that. Thank goodness, the old glass of patience. Astringent might be how one would describe it.  The AK47 of germ terminator’s, might be another good description. I’m talking aboutContinue reading “The smell of safety”

A moment in London

As I cross London’s Tower Bridge on a crisp, Autumn English morning, the sun belts it’s rays through the pretty bridge turrets and they appear adorned by jewels. It strikes down shards of brilliance through the bars and ropes hanging onto the banner below carrying cars, two-storey red busses, and more like me, wandering. ThenContinue reading “A moment in London”

My heart, newly born

You put your head on my chest: First your ear, then your squashy little cheek, then your perfect, faintly-haired crown nuzzles down with a sigh, above my heart.  Your head and my chest become one, together, there is no difference between us anymore. Just like when you were growing inside of me, only better.  Better, becauseContinue reading “My heart, newly born”

Mindlessness

Mindfulness and meditation.  It helps a world wide web worth of things, especially, I am told, with writing. Writer’s block? Meditate. Creative juices goneski? Meditate.  So I have decided I need to learn it. Especially at the moment because I have four little ones who are behaving like someone else’s children. You know, that naughtyContinue reading “Mindlessness”

An uncomfortable silence?

 My new job was not a comfortable one. I learnt that every minute a human was being sold into unspeakable brutality.  Every minute that I sat at my clean, new desk, drinking my murky but hot coffee, with my body, completely intact. Every minute I slept in my enormous bed.  Every minute I complained aboutContinue reading “An uncomfortable silence?”