oneword.: script: "Where is the script? I can't remember my next line. The next scene is a mystery to me, I am stumbling across the stage making an arse of myself. I want an action/romance scene here, I can't find my leading man, where is the bloody script? "

oneword.: streets: "On tv they showed streets like rivers, the water rushing past in torrents of filthy god knows what. I am very glad my street is high, my house looks down upon it, looks down it's long aquiline nose. "

oneword.: least: "It's the least that I can do, I cannot do any less even if I try. "

oneword.: culture: "It is different. We talk and we laugh and we do have many things in common, but still even in the few short years that we have been back here, I can barely remember now that requirement for culture that they have there. We seem so shallow to them, us aussies and these lovely london dwellers. "

oneword.: olive: "When I went away to boarding school I was 10. We all had to have showers together and that was when I noticed. I was different. All the other girls were pink or black or golden, but I was green. Like a green olive. "

oneword.: burn: "We sat under the umbrella and the laughter of the children and roar of the water sounded soft and remote in the morning breeze. we read the words in our books and talked about the perfection of the day and our reluctance to leave this moment behind. Now as I move gently to avoid the pain from the sunburn where the sunscreen missed, now I wish we had left earlier. "

oneword.: curtain: "I pull the curtain across and check that the front gate is shut. You are on the bed lying back and watching me as I slowly peel off my clothing and let your eyes linger over me, you make me want you. A desperation of need with that hunger in your face. "

oneword.: salt: "The glass is covered in a layer of it, wet and sticky, the seabreeze and the humidity leave it there like a calling card. I see a blurred view of the world, warm and salty in the summer monsoon. In autumn when the air dries out, it will scrape off the glass dry and crisp. "

oneword.: heavy: "She needs to carry herself, she is far too heavy for me, I drop her now and let her walk her own way out of the mire she and her father have stomped into. I will not lie for her, I will not allow her to think it is reasonale to lie, she can admit to her boss she has another job and get the sack, that would be fair. "

oneword.: deaf: "As I walked down her street I could hear it, the cricket on the television at full volume, the roar of the air cooler, and she would sit in that chair (which is downstairs now) and that is my memory of summer in her house. I would walk in and say hello, 'What?' she would shout, 'Speak up, I'm a little deaf you know?' "

oneword.: logic: "now there's a foreign word! or so I am told! what I do.. to me is always perfect logic. one of my favourite pastimes in years gone by was arguing female logic against that of the much misinformed male.. "

oneword.: clean: "if I can feel the space around me is clean then it feels as if my mind is clean and clear and then i can reach the utopia of a clean slate, my never attainable utopia "

oneword.: ready: "Ok then, here we go, I am ready. It is a new year and don't even think for a second I am going to sit here and do the same thing I did last year. I am ready for a change, I am ready for anything... bring it on baby! "

oneword.: pale: "In winter I thought I was pale, then in all the photos in Scotland, next to those girls I am a darkskinned girl, their skin so pale it is almost translucent. Nicole Kidman's skin. "

oneword.: note: "I want to write you a note, crisp words on white paper. Words written in ink so they cannot be erased, I want to write you a note that says I love you. "

oneword.: precision: "the sharpness of the lead is so important and the degree of hardness, then as i speak and they talk about their ideas i start to draw, lines of precision on paper soon bring out the jewellery item that was hiding there "