I have a thing about abandoned umbrellas. I want to pick them up and mend them. On blustery days I see them cast off on footpaths all over like wounded birds, their spokes all askew, their flimsy fra

  Only later, alone, undressed in her bed, she muses on what he'd said. "I've thought about it". The words smell like timber or vanilla. She's told him no strings, as if she didn't know that the world

                     Last night was surreal          ------------------------------------------------------------------ It was, I'm sorry I reduced it to sex. I just shouldve held you.

  Weak is an understatement. I have become one of those women who I despise. He calls me and tells me that he loves me. That he will change, and do anything for me. But for a moment I am strong, and