C Hillier

Joined May 2021

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I am Hardly Alone
We drove home from the airport in silence; the car reeked of detergent from the freshly cleaned and folded clothes, emanating with an unfulfilled purpose from the luggage. Despite having the whole backseat, I struggled to make myself comfortable, I couldn’t even tell him the bad news yet because of the time difference. It would still be dark where he was, only the nurses would be awake, I didn’t want to ruin Mum's night any more than her day.
By C Hillier5 years ago in Families
Unsteady Rhythms
I imagine that as Mercury’s retrograde has edged closer and closer, you’ve felt trade winds at your back like a sail unravelled. The steady metronome of quick wit and cunning guile that guides you so gracefully through life’s ups and downs has been shaken. Don’t fret; you’ve forgotten the chaos of last year, the year before and the year before. “April is the cruellest month,” but May has the most uncertainty; it’s full of nasty surprises if you’re not conscious of the winds changing.
By C Hillier5 years ago in Motivation
Refractions
Constellations down the freeway Undulating rows of red The bus halts with everyone else Nothing’s coming naturally
By C Hillier5 years ago in Poets