Kate was quiet too, thinking about the night before, it had been romantically wild and crazy and would have been something to brag about at the pub with the female half of the gang if only she was ten, maybe fifteen years younger. Back in the…

A new man comes to work in our office. He is the commanding type. He sees me in my smart business suit but he doesn't believe I am all business. He sees the heels I wear and does not think I am sharp and stylish, fearless.…

I know, I know,…

A says "Not now, I'm swamped today."

B metaphorically pats me on the head, tells me to keep up the good work with my writing.

C says nothing because I did not abase myself in front of him today.

D says "Hallo," in the restaurant and makes a mental note to contact me privately one day, maybe even one day soon,…

... has a poem of mine up today

Here

I stand on the balcony in my nightdress in the nacreous white morning sunshine, a cup of coffee steaming in my hand. The slow warmth of the sun, even at 7am slips under the flirty breeze on my skin and grounds me, even up here on the 14th floor. I can see the fish swimming below in the lake, shoals dispersing and coagulating around the rocks and the turtles. The other balconies around me are mostly empty, although there is an old man gazing…

I'll be brief, as here in China they are not keen on blogging, I can only assume that I am able to type this as, unaccountably, they have not heard of ning!

Please (if you have time) check out my new piece over at negative suck

http://www.negativesuck.moonfruit.com/#/davies/4545252302