Obsession

You are what keeps me awake at night but we have never met for a torrid liaison. You said you strictly wouldn’t share a bed with me because you snore and are an unsettled sleeper. Regardless, we would have kept our pyjamas on. Maybe we would have even constructed one of those pillow divides between us to prevent us from touching. Possibly not, because you can trust me not to pounce on you. Not that I want to pounce on you. That gives the wrong impression of why you magnetise me. I watch your mannerisms and your predilection for drinking … Continue reading Obsession

Silence outside my head

I’ve been making a name for myself in my head for years. The filing cabinets of my mind are carefully aligned and I have resigned all my best ideas to their alphabetised suspension folders. Then you appeared. And you are like a colourful foray into the weather. And I raise my umbrella too close to my face, poke myself in the eye, sit at my desk and cry. I have stored away all my words, so when we sit opposite each other, it is not a meeting of the minds, because I refuse to try in case I am found out … Continue reading Silence outside my head

Moments Passing

Each moment happens and passes. I blink and a man is about to take a photograph of that little boy. Did I catch you in the act of stealing something?   I blink and a man is about to bend down and rifle through my handbag. Did I catch you in the act of stealing something? I take my eyes off the pathway ahead,   bend down and rifle through my handbag. Seriousness is cancelled out by seconds rolling by. I take my eyes off the pathway ahead.  What are our motives?   Seriousness is cancelled out by seconds rolling by. Take … Continue reading Moments Passing

Domestic

The touch of your fingerprint is rated six out of ten, I’ve felt more exhilarating touches from others before. Your ranking has fallen, because you look sour when I give you feedback.   I’ve felt more exhilarating touches from others before. You refuse to argue, but I know you are annoyed because you look sour when I give you feedback. The mark I left on your arm as payment is rated eight out of ten.   You refuse to argue, but I know you are annoyed. I must be rated higher than you so the mark I left on your … Continue reading Domestic

Skin

I am lost in folds of fabric, to cover the skin of me. I want to scrub myself raw. I want to unzip my skin and step out.   To cover the skin of me, I have bandaged up my limbs. I want to unzip my skin and step out. I soak a sponge and try to forget,   I have bandaged up my limbs. To bleach and burn would be better. I soak a sponge and try to forget, but I have no inches left uncovered.   To bleach and burn would be better. I want to scrub myself … Continue reading Skin

What is Literature Beyond a Form of Entertainment?

Our world is pulsing with entertainment options and ways to engage our thinking. Amid these possibilities, why should we return to books as a viable way to spend time? More than this, how can literary fiction enrich our lives? The question of literature’s place in the world has been pondered by many people. There is much fervour surrounding the idea that literature can have a character-building impact on us and cause us to reflect on and experience emotional responses, learning more about ourselves in the process. Many essayists and writers have something to say about the humanity of reading. Lee … Continue reading What is Literature Beyond a Form of Entertainment?