Tag Archives: Death

of endings…

Posted on April 15, 2012 by

It’s a bit before its proper time, given the hapless progression of the eXes but for various reasons, it’s entirely appropriate now. While I head for a few days of in hospital water deprivation and steroid free experimentation, I leave … Continue reading →

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without…

Posted on July 8, 2011 by

I’m on a slow curve up, rising gently like a tide or swelling moon. Still, a certain sadness pervades; things feel a little heavy, flat; heart scarred and scoured. Ultimately: tired. But. Gradually, I’m reengaging. A slow strength is growing … Continue reading →

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the Baxter T-party

Posted on June 2, 2011 by

Not to be confused with the infamous Boston Tea Party, I will admit that’s what crossed my mind when I read the invite to: ‘Taste, Tweet and Theatre’. Already on their 3rd (what’s the legal limit here?), by now I’d expect one of them … Continue reading →

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‘your heart hurting…’

Posted on April 25, 2011 by

It’s no small irony this weekend, designed to celebrate death, should bear witness to the end of Dax and I. It’s no small irony the olive tree I saved in the hopes Dax might perform some botanical miracle to resurrect, … Continue reading →

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