03/03/2023 – On owning books (or not)

barbara ferreres autrice poemes tombe la pluie

I should be sleeping instead of sitting on the toilet writing this but, reflecting on how satisfying today’s date is and given it’s 3am, I am really glad I didn’t listen to reasonable me (for now).  I was thinking about something. Well, I was reading a book (Autumn by Ali Smith, which is a really good… Poursuivre la lecture 03/03/2023 – On owning books (or not)

De laatste weg

There were no more step to take She wished she had thought about it sooner She would have taken more of them, she thought There were no last breath to take

My mother’s daughter

It’s hard, being born a daughter!Sometimes I want to resent my mother,But deep down,I wish she had someome to protect herFrom everything she’s been through,The things, we didn’t talk through,No one should live this, though. When I was younger I thought:« I’ll never be this bitter »I didn’t even know what it meant then I picked that… Poursuivre la lecture My mother’s daughter

Hidden in plain sight

Warmth is that spark,That paints in black,The ghostly surface, Heating my solace.

Dead Walking

I miss the old daysI always live in the pastIf I didn’t have a corpseI wouldn’t even believe i was realI don’t see the point of living such a lifeIt’s only creating memories to dwell in.