Tea stain
The painter has almond-shaped eyes. He looks at her now and prepares to blink. She comes from a long line of blues and greens, so when she first encountered his ,  different shape and brown ,  she did not notice them. Now, it seems, they really do dip down into his soul. For her, they do.
Two planets collide
Minus seven point one. It is freezing outside. The sun is warming patterns and places with all her might, but it is early hours on the smaller planet. The glass-coated grass still prevails. The small planet still feels the nightly presence of the newcomer behind her, next to her, but he is no longer there.
Reclaiming the artist
A few months ago I had the good fortune to converse with an established and truly inspirational filmmaker, who in 2021 had completed her latest feature film, the first one after a twelve-year hiatus. It is a beautiful and haunting piece of work, a modern classic and a transformative movie.
The pheasant
Toc, toc, toc. I peel one eye open. Toc, toc. I close it again. The house we're in is made out of wood and we're close to the sea. So perhaps this indeterminable noise might be somehow connected to either or both. I exhale and peek up at the slated ceiling. Someone will make coffee soon. Usually not me.
My parallel life involves a farm with rescued animals. They occupy most of my time. I also have a pickup truck and wear a broad-brimmed hat. My husband of ten years has a bit of a belly, due to the amount of biscuits we consume. Naturally they don't show on me one bit. My parallel metabolism deals with chocolate, ice cream and biscuits in a stern and effective manner.
Two planets collide
A planet in orbit of the sun has lost her sense of time and space. She circles in repetitive contentment around the one that gives her life, that nurtures and feeds her addiction. There is nothing unpleasant about her existence and yet a lingering feeling persists. Is this what existence is meant to be like?
With a crown on my head I walk the crooked streets of Dublin. We don't need glory to feel at home.
Priscilla of Elm Hill
Priscilla had a lot on her plate. So this was outrageous. How could this silly rat of a physician suggest that she walk! What did he mean "walk"?! Walk where? Priscilla knew from the moment she entered his practice that she’d made a mistake. She should have never listened to Alibert. Alibert was her husband and they had been together for the better part of their lives during which they had made approximately 327 children ...
Village of common strangers
There is an underlying network that either tightens or loosens whenever you find yourself in the company of friends. And of strangers. Anyone who at one point in their life worked in theatre knows that it can be a hostile home, a place where one might not always feel welcome. A place of competition and unrest. And yet there is a structure which holds a theatre together, a structure of love, of passion and of kindness.
On the riverbank
I am in London and I can see the stars tonight. They're glistening and I wonder if the sensation has always been like this. I cannot remember the soles of my feet from when I was younger. London and I have grown apart during years of separation. There appears to be nothing left to connect us to the other and yet a feeling lingers.

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