• joey commented on the post, butterfly 7 years ago

    Sting like a bee- there’s a beginning to this, a quote from Cassius Clay, as he then was. A magnificent boxer – tho there’s something sad about a beautiful man wrecking himself in the boxing ring.

  • joey commented on the post, insect 7 years, 5 months ago

    Insect – creepy things, that give some people the heebie-jeebies. But I met an entomologist once, who introduced me to termites and leeches, and suddenly the occasional spider didn’t seem so bad.

  • joey commented on the post, pepper 7 years, 5 months ago

    Yesterday it was salt. Today it is pepper. Hard to be imaginative with pepper. Though the red ones can be shiny, make a pasta dish look exciting. Not everyone can eat them though; they must have something in them that not all stomach relish.

  • joey commented on the post, salt 7 years, 5 months ago

    Please pass the – in ancient times (well, not so long ago) the also-rans sat ‘below the salt’ when eating with the high and mighty. It was a way of reinforcing social divisions. Wouldn’t have suited me; all those rules to be disobeyed.

  • joey commented on the post, repeat 7 years, 6 months ago

    Repeat after me – heard a weddings (I, Fanny Brown, take thee . . .) and in school – now w’re going to do our two times table – and rows of little voices chant a meaningless song of numbers. was never good with numbers.

  • joey commented on the post, megaphone 7 years, 7 months ago

    Wish there were a megaphone loud enough to get through all the Great Hacking Saga on TV and remind me I’m meant to be a writer. But don’t suppose I could ever invent a story as gripping as this. I mean – who could make up Rebekah Brooks?

  • joey commented on the post, antlers 7 years, 7 months ago

    Antlers – now there’s a challenge. I live near a forest, so I’m lucky to see deer from time to time, though the stags seem to be more elusive. The hinds brave the fields – one alert for the farmer with his gun while the others feed. But the stags hide in the trees.

  • joey commented on the post, failed 7 years, 8 months ago

    Goodness – the story of every writers’ lives? The rejection that plops through the door, sorry but this does not fit with our lists/we do not love it enough. we understand the tone of despair between those turgid lines. But sometimes – let us believe our writing flies. It’s not all crap.

  • joey commented on the post, intense 7 years, 8 months ago

    I’m struggling with this one – maybe intense feelings are more difficult to connect with now I’m a wrinkly. But I did my share of loving when I was younger. Details too much fun to record here. Just know I had my day . . .

  • joey commented on the post, cells 7 years, 8 months ago

    This could be cells in prison, dark and frightening places full of frightened men and sweat. Or tiny cells in my body, essential living things that make me who I am. interesting that the same word has evolved such different meanings. maybe there is a poem here.

  • joey commented on the post, predict 7 years, 8 months ago

    I predict that, one day, my daughters will be grown up and lead fulfilling independent lives. Well, maybe that’s a dream, a hope, rather than a prediction. But maybe if I predict it it becomes self-fulfilling, and then I’ll get my life back, have more time to write . . .

  • joey commented on the post, held 7 years, 8 months ago

    I held his hand – such a tiny hand, as his fingers uncurled, clung to mine as if his new line depended on me. As if I could abandon him, this new person, screaming his rage at his rude arrival into the world.

  • joey commented on the post, wonder 7 years, 8 months ago

    Wonder – can be a noun or a verb. I like the noun, it has a sense of mystery, of possibility about it. The verb is weaker, more ponderous, a feeling of indecision rather than opportunity. Next time I write a story I’ll use it as a noun.

  • joey commented on the post, smile 7 years, 8 months ago

    Just the word for a soggy morning. The rain is stair-rodding down, pattering on the kitchen window, cars outside splashing through puddles. And me – in the dry, in the warm. Worth smiling about, don’t you agree?

  • joey commented on the post, train 7 years, 8 months ago

    I love taking the train. Listening to conversations, reading my book; no hassle from traffic, just the lullaby of wheels on rails and the hum of conversation. Whisked to where I need to be without my making much effort – bliss!

  • joey commented on the post, station 7 years, 8 months ago

    There’s no station in the town where I live. I have to sit on a bus for nearly an hour; only then can I catch a train, move a little faster, reach places that I couldn’t otherwise reach. Which is a pain, cos I love trains. I read on them. Listen to people dripping secrets […]

  • joey commented on the post, embraced 7 years, 8 months ago

    Embraced – can my nothing more than a fancy word for cuddle. But on a wider scale maybe we are all embraced, by the worlds we live in – our houses, our towns and villages. They encompass us, frame the lens through which we see the rest of the world.

  • joey commented on the post, beloved 7 years, 8 months ago

    My beloved – he died, you know. Sixteen years ago, and so maybe the word shouldn’t hit below the belt. But we had seven special years together, launched children, and then he died. I’m lucky to have loved him.

  • joey commented on the post, funeral 7 years, 8 months ago

    My aunt died two weeks ago. I didn’t make it to the funeral – my daughter’s twins arrived. A strange juxtaposition of dying and arriving. My cousins understood – they stood by the graveside without my arms around them, then sent messages of congratulations to me. Sometimes families are wonderful.

  • joey commented on the post, teacher 7 years, 8 months ago

    My daughter is a teacher. She’s tiny and fiery, and I suspect her children are quietly afraid of her. But they learn – they dare not learn. which pleases parents and important people like that. And she loves them really!