Thursday, 31 July 2008


... I saw a fairy today ...

Thursday, 17 July 2008

Loosing my Marbles

I dropped my little bag and all my marbles rolled out over the floor.
I will try to pick them up...
It will be hard.

Sunday, 6 July 2008


They drench her wounds with salted spit but she can't poke them with her butter knife...
However much they deserve it.
What a strange world this is, how the clouds have grown more angry, how we hold our face to be brave,
She is not safe, she is not brave.
This life (?)
These are the fungus.. we live beside,
How the world has stopped to grow to let them.
Who will she be when she is old?
She is not safe...
And she can't poke them with her butter knife.

Thursday, 3 July 2008

In my own world...

My website needs a website doctor :(

... But, I do have the ingredients to make some tiny people ...