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Small Female Skull: 10/2010 - 11/2010
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If we don't get lost, we'll never find a new route - Joan Littlewood. Thursday, October 21, 2010. I joined a ‘free write’ group on Facebook. Sent me the invitation months ago but as with my Small Female Skull. Updates; I haven’t really paid it much mind. I don’t think I have writers block as much as I have refused to write (again). In any case, I was distracted today and this is what I whipped up as I waited for my laptop to power up:. In consecutive fleeting moments, you made me feel like.
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Small Female Skull: 03/2007 - 04/2007
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If we don't get lost, we'll never find a new route - Joan Littlewood. Monday, March 19, 2007. When we last met, your kiss danced on my lips like pollen 'round a recipient carpel. You watered my wilting petals and held chaste my stalk, drew me back with your supporting frame and saw me reach out for more. I bloomed in the moonlight of your wake, I tilted towards your daylight sun, every breath of me sweeping through wonderful country breeze. My roots drank from the riverbank you left behind and my bra...
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Small Female Skull: 06/2007 - 07/2007
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If we don't get lost, we'll never find a new route - Joan Littlewood. Thursday, June 28, 2007. My cell phone rang with an ascending tone of demanding as a car hooted impatiently outside my window. I dashed through to my bedroom which was exploding with clothes, shoes and other random knick knacks that you only seem to find when you are looking for the one thing you cannot have – like your youth, your sanity, your perfect ‘look at me now! And as he drove off I wanted nothing but to run after the car and h...
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Small Female Skull: 06/2008 - 07/2008
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If we don't get lost, we'll never find a new route - Joan Littlewood. Saturday, June 21, 2008. In my dreams, I replay the moment I was called to identify your body. We met –me peering in disbelief, you I imagined, staring motionlessly at me behind heavy lids- like tourists in a strange land. I studied the expression on your face as one would a foreign map: lost, trying not to look desperate yet feeling mostly defeated in an attempt to reach the intended destination. They are closing all the schools down ...
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Small Female Skull: Superficial Cleanliness
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If we don't get lost, we'll never find a new route - Joan Littlewood. Wednesday, July 06, 2011. I was given a pep talk by Baba on Monday and it made me dig through my ideas bank for plans I'd put on the back burner. In the archive, I found this email sent to my dear friend Olawunmi Awosedo:. Anyway, there u have it. Wedding bands, boleros, scrap paper with last minute personalized vows scribbled on. Church trains, confetti, balloons, all that is left behind, I sweep. The broken hearts, miscarriages, hear...
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Small Female Skull: 09/2006 - 10/2006
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If we don't get lost, we'll never find a new route - Joan Littlewood. Tuesday, September 26, 2006. Cant date, wont date. What is the point? Why go through the self scrutiny, being unnerved by his glances and facial expressions that you as yet cannot read, not getting his jokes and he clearly not interested in yours? Like thought: ‘I think I like her! I woke up on Sunday morning -post a Saturday which for now shall go unacknowledged- and had the seriously strong urge to head to church. I stopped short...
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Small Female Skull: 10/2006 - 11/2006
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If we don't get lost, we'll never find a new route - Joan Littlewood. Tuesday, October 10, 2006. There is no forgetting the constant loud reminder of diesel fuelled generators, our long serving driver and adopted family member - Uncle Musa - coming back with an empty jeri can to report “ogamadame, no fuwyell for mile fa! 8217; – Nana would continue. Ebele walking out the room as the children play tag around her, ‘the last to get to the generator is a fool! Links to this post. Thursday, October 05, 2006.
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Small Female Skull: 11/2006 - 12/2006
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If we don't get lost, we'll never find a new route - Joan Littlewood. Wednesday, November 08, 2006. At first, all I saw were the animals. They came on horses borne of wishes, powerful beasts riding chariots with an emblem across their chest. It read. I remember thinking what a curious name for a fleet of horses; surely. Would have been more appropriate on a boat? 8216;the volcano within must always be respected, worshipped, appreciated’. Do you believe in reincarnation? He’d asked. I looked up ...I asked...
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Small Female Skull: 04/2007 - 05/2007
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If we don't get lost, we'll never find a new route - Joan Littlewood. Thursday, April 26, 2007. House of Sand and Fog. Time to leave madam; if you would just hand your keys back to the landlord now, we are all done here today. And with that, my house of possibilities built on sand came crashing down. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). House of Sand and Fog. A touch of Africa. Even though I hate the term 'urbanites'. Love the skin you are in.
