Haikus which gaslight.
He wants to hold her
She wants to be held
They want different things.
Raymond looks at the office clock for the tenth time in the past two minutes. Ten seconds to half five… nine… eight… seven… He switches off his computer and pats his pockets: keys, wallet, pen, comb. He picks up his briefcase and is lifting his coat from its hook just as the second hand sweeps… Continue reading A Note for Raymond
A short poem for Mother’s Day. I hope your mother never spoke to you like mine did to me. We all deserve love.