Internet Lovers III

He called her his “Little Nut,” Because every mighty oak, Started out as a lil’ nut that just wouldn’t quit 🙂 So she spends her days waiting for him, To wake up on the other side of the pond.   Her 3am became the breaking of the fast. He was like lightning in a bottle, more

Internet Lovers II:

It’s true,

Some of my dreams didn’t come true,

But then again, most of them did,

Every love seems better than the last,

And that’s because it is.


Had he been waiting,

For someone like me?

I’m a dime-a-dozen,

I can admit it, but him!

Even with his walls & his mess inside,


I’m still gazing from afar.

chair girl mona



The child in you needs love too:

Little babies grown into big people,

She didn’t know it would feel like this;

She was always on the lookout,

For someone who might need her,

But then she realised;

Maybe at this stage of life,

It was time for her to rescue herself,

She strokes herself tenderly …

even though he threw her life into chaos she still loves him mona


Not Getting Any Younger:

This alone time; It never lasted long, Tick, tick, tick, Says the clock That’s right! Time to inflict herself, On another unsuspecting: You don’t run from, Four weddings & a marriage, Without there being, Some kind of atonement, The past was catching up with her, Karma doesn’t stay buried in the ground, She tells herself more

The Test:

She knows it’s a test!

He’s lying there,

In the next room,

And somehow she must resist:

Throaty nothings whispered,

Into her ear,

And that pelvic thrust…

But no, no!

She must resist,

Drowning in her desires,

But this time she would pass the test.




A new technique…

… that’s going to change her life, From now on she won’t be able to remember, The evil men, the nightmares, the monsters, The Therapist promises; From now on a new life full of hope & wonder.   She wakes up the next day, Who is she? The memories have gone, But so has she! more


His eyes bore into hers,

Just for a second,

And in that moment,

She saw his fantasy of her,

– how he wanted her.


But divine retribution,

Always has its way,

And she would not,

Make him a victim,

Of her love;

Just another casualty.


So she released him,

Back to domestication,

Quite like a balloon.



More Snapshots of my life:


The needlework that I saw at NGV almost made me wish I did that for a vocation instead of being a writer :)
Just so much detail…