FT&MA wild writing

Sink as far down as you can be pulled up
Happiness really ain’t all about luck
Let your demeanor be your deep down self
And don’t sacrifice your life for your health
When you speak, speak sincere
And believe me friend, everyone will hear

Fontaines D.C. – A Hero’s Death

Fast

I used to be an English language teacher. This began back in 1993, I think, when I came to Brazil. It was not like a career plan, in keeping with every single thing have ever done to make a living. I had no options at the time. I always liked the comfort of no options. … Continue reading Fast

Figure it out

I set off without much of a plan other than the newly-embraced idea that simple is good, and there is a lot to be said for repetition and routine if the routine you are repeating is good for you. An idea was imposed on me as a child, I think, that we change as we … Continue reading Figure it out

Pointed

I look out of the window to check the weather, the light, the overall state of play in the world outside my apartment. It’s time to run and I want to do it. I have to do it. Why? Now there’s a good question. So many reasons, all of which most adults are aware of … Continue reading Pointed

We are aliens

We are all aliens, at home. We awake and rub our eyes, brains warming up as we focus for another day on yet more things that sit beyond us, almost within reach but not quite close enough for us to grasp with two hands. We are aliens in our own world, no different now, really, … Continue reading We are aliens

Emotional few months

It’s been an emotional few months. Well, an emotional life, really. What are we if not a mixing bowl of emotions? See? I told you. I’m still emotional and am likely to remain so. What is the alternative to emotional? Control? And what is that if not simply the pretence of something clearly not real? … Continue reading Emotional few months

Nothing Like the Truth

There is nothing like the truth. The truth will set you free. There is nothing like the truth. The truth will cause misery. Growing up, the truth was sold to me as the basis of a decent, civilised, and successful life. Among societal leaders and winners were the local doctor, lawyer, judge, and post office … Continue reading Nothing Like the Truth

Write On

You should write something. I always enjoy your writing. Why don’t you write? You’re good. More people should read it. Well, I’d love to, but I just have these things stopping me. Like what? There are 24 hours in a day. I know but they tend to be 24 hours of stress and anxiety. Seems … Continue reading Write On

She had horses

She had horses who loved her. And horses who didn’t but tried. Horses who didn’t know and never would.  She had horses who shivered in snow.  She had horses who shivered anyway, any day.  She had horses who were wise. She had horses who thought they were wise.  She had horses who couldn’t be trusted … Continue reading She had horses

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