Yes, I know, that’s an illogical title because lights are inanimate objects without hearts and therefore don’t have feelings. But what about the person who’s looking at them? Haven’t you ever done that, on a sombre autumn evening, like the one that’s engulfing me right here and now? Haven’t you ever stood on a lonely [...]
I need to say some things to you, whether you read them or not. You probably won’t. But that’s okay. Now that you’re gone, I can say what I like. You have freed me, even though I never asked for freedom. My words need no longer flutter against the cage of our desire. You once [...]
Before I get to the horrible bit in this blog - I mean the bit on that dark lonely street in Birmingham - let’s start all nice and innocently, shall we? September: season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, according to Keats. Children and teenagers back at school, summer almost over. Another year in the cycle [...]
Hmm. That is the question. Oh come on, it’s just the same as any other day of the year, isn’t it? That’s what all the sceptics and non-superstitious folk will claim. And in terms of having sex - or not, as the case may be - I guess it is just the same as any [...]
“I hope we can still be friends.” “Please let’s still keep in touch.” “I’ll always treasure the time we had together.” “You’ll still always mean a lot to me.” Any of the above phrases sound familiar? Or should I say the above clichés, because at the end of the day, that’s what they are. You [...]
What would I say to my younger self, if I could re-live my youth? I’m sure that many people over a certain age (not necessarily ‘old’, just no longer honoured by the accolade of ‘young’) must think the same thing. The mistakes we made in our greener days, the fears and hopes we had, the [...]
Wendy Skorupski 