oneword.: match: "Behind the big chair in the sunroom I could hide, my knees pulled up by my ears and I would empty them out on the floor, gold veined lino. Each match, then, I would place my in mouth and chew the slightly acidic red ends off. When she caught me, my mother took me to the doctor. "

oneword.: slam: "Slam the door and walk away, I am sure that will fix everything dear daughter. It's easier to leave the mess behind the door isn't it? Move onto the next thing and, like my mother, when you open the door again, you pretend that nothing ever happened.

oneword.: interior: "I won't show you the interior today, I haven't tidied and I cannot be sure that I haven't left things out that I wouldn't want to see, if I were a guest. So, no, today you cannot come inside, instead we will sit out in the rain and watch the gully trickle innocently down the mountain."

oneword.: hollywood: "Would she or wouldn't she? It's really up to her, I will keep my thoughts to myself on this one :) "

oneword.: ocean: "The water is warm like blood, it laps my bare feet, i move into it as if in dream letting it envelop me, take me away, my body floats, it moves like breath, I am the ocean, I am. "

oneword.: panic: "I feel the sweat under my skin, the tremble along my spine. I try to breathe slowly, walk smoothly and calmly. 'It is only my imagination.' I tell myself, but I feel his presence behind me, cold breath down my neck and I want to scream. "

oneword.: plunge: "I want to take that plunge, just go for it, but something inside me holds me back like ropes around my shoulders. Give me a knife, I have to cut the ropes and get out of here. "

oneword.: cracker: "Yes, it was a cracker of a party with a little drama but not too much and lots of laughing and not enough sleep. "

oneword.: raise: "I want to raise them in the best way that I can and yet again and again I see myself making the same mistakes. I just hope they see it too and when it is their turn they can learn from my mistakes rather than their own. "

oneword.: copy: "I never wanted to make a copy, I wanted each one to be unique and that is why I can't make a living making jewellery like that. I hate charging too much. Some things are just better as gifts "

oneword.: feedback: "I think we all love feedback, maybe not if it is too negative, but even that can be so much better than nothing. 'The worst thing that you can do is to ignore me.' I said. He said he would never do that. Liar. "

oneword.: manner: "It's the manner in which he does it, so casual, so warm. He puts a lunch on that everyone wants to be at. The mix of people are a reflection of his personality. Interesting, passionate, eclectic. He is the host with the most. "

oneword.: steps: "Under my lips and under my chin there are small white lines. I don't remember getting these scars, as I get older they seem to be more noticeable. I do remember falling down the back steps a lot when I was little, maybe thats where they came from? "

oneword.: reading: "I am reading a book set in the french countryside sometime in the early 1800s. I fall asleep every night with it's words hanging in my eyes and my dreams find angels wings and alabaster skin and wine, dripping down my chin. "

oneword.: highlight: "I spoke about it the other day, the highlight of the day being that first cup of glorious caffiene. It is quite disturbing when I acknowledge how much I love my drugs. "

oneword.: brand: "All the cattle would be drafted first, dust and sad confused bellowing. The hustle and the twang of the short polythene pipes thwacking them on their backs to send them in the right directions. The rattle of gates, the human swearing, the rustle of their hoofs in the dirt, then the horror of the searing flesh and screaming animal agony as the hot irons branded their flesh."

oneword.: sing: "He really can't sing. To those who state that anyone can sing, given the proper training, I say to you, 'Bullshit!' "

oneword.: playground: "Last time I saw him standing up, we laughed and joked 'Remember the days in the old schoolyard?' we sang. 'Come and see me.' He said, 'Yes', I said 'I will.' But when I did see him it wasn't as we had imagined. I leant over the bed so that he could see my face. With he contraptions holding his spine together he could only move his eyes. "

oneword.: complete: "I think I used to imagine that when I achieved the next goal or obtained the next possession, then, I would feel complete, but finally I realised that to be complete would be to be dead. "