Archive for January 2005
I know I said it would never happen again.
Posted by: heyday on: January 23, 2005
Third stop on bus 22
The smell of strawberry biscuits
Brown uniforms and
Adidas shoes
Floppy fringe too long for rules
Tuesday mornings outside the library
Red jerseys and the number 5
Geography notes, chapter one
And the way – especially the way -
You said hello and goodbye
Marvel comics in the 1980s
Three out of hundred on a Mathematics test
Talking behind the GP tutor’s [...]
I wish we had made a mess out of everything.
Posted by: heyday on: January 17, 2005
- In: Books
- 4 Comments
“It seems to me that if you place music (and books, probably, and films, and plays, and anything that makes you feel) at the centre of your being, then you can’t afford to sort out your love life, start to think of it as the finished product. You’ve got to pick at it, keep it [...]
I try to remind myself I must be something you’re not.
Posted by: heyday on: January 7, 2005
- In: Fiction
- 2 Comments
I’m clumsy with words, I tell my mother.
Nonsense, she says, you’re too good with it.
Is that why Sophie gets all the guys? I ask her.
My mother switches off the CD player and starts to stack her Ella Fitzgeralds in two small piles. I can never remember which album “Black Coffee” is in.
You can’t always compare [...]
It’s like an open secret no one talks about.
Posted by: heyday on: January 2, 2005
Maggie listens to the telephone ring next door and she stares at her lemon colour 1937 rotary. There are two tiny coffee stains on the cradle and it occurs to her they must be at least a year old.
Patrick was still living in her house then. He adored the antique. “Conventional, classy and yet so [...]
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