Dear Dazai, There’s this sensation that runs through me when I have something to tell someone, when it’s positive, when I’m excited, and I sit, squeezing my shaking hands to still them, as I wait for the moment that I can tell them the news. … Continue reading Anticipation
Dear Dazai, I’m sorry I didn’t write on Thursday. Really sorry. It’s one of those little things that doesn’t seem like such a big deal, but managing to stick to a schedule that I’ve set myself has always felt like a huge accomplishment, especially when … Continue reading Late
Dear Dazai, When I was young, so young that I’m unsure of what age I was, I remember going to look at the gilt birdcages in a store. There was something about them that drew me to them, perhaps the simple fact of their colour … Continue reading Birdcage
Dear Dazai, Still sore and sorry, so I’m sending another story your way. The tea is cold by the time she comes to it. It’s sweeter without the heat to agitate the tannins in it and she’s upset by the lack of bitterness. She deserves … Continue reading Tannic
A small story I wrote a while back about little girls in yellow dresses.
Dear Dazai, I don't want to have an operation. Even a little one. I know all the rational reasons why I need to have it, I know that if I leave it, the situation will get worse not better. That ignoring my wisdom teeth, hoping … Continue reading Fear
Dear Dazai, There’s a soft rumble that accompanies my waking moments. It’s gentle and reassuring, and long before I reach consciousness, it’s a welcome interruption to my sleep. So I lazily return from my dreamtime wanderings, hand reaching out to stroke the soft, silky fur … Continue reading Purr