Category Archives: memories

War

Posted on October 8, 2016 by caterpillargold

I was young when I learned That one day I would go to war With my own body. I learned it in the locker rooms Watching the women Full grown and mysterious With tan lines and long hair Moisturizing and … Continue reading →

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In a plastic, purple folder. With important documents, passports and batteries, Every postcard and letter received. One little note All those years ago. A key to a shared past, happy and making promises. Before Breakings of words and truths, stored between the words of old … Continue reading →

Posted on January 17, 2016 by caterpillargold | Leave a comment

Nightmares

Posted on September 10, 2015 by caterpillargold

I remember my last nightmare vividly. Not deeply deeply unpleasant dreams that wake you and leave you with a strange taste in the back of your brain all day. I mean those dreams that leave you with a distinct, sharp … Continue reading →

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The Little Things

Posted on June 30, 2014 by caterpillargold

I am on holiday now, visiting my many homes across the world. I have lived in 5 cities in 5 years, and left pieces of myself behind in each one of them. I’ve always thought of it quite figuratively: bits … Continue reading →

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History/Historia

Posted on June 2, 2014 by caterpillargold

The scene: Historia class. I’m 12 years old, listening to Dona Susan lecture about something to do with Tiradentes or some other facet of the Brazilian independence. My portuguese is really just not good enough to follow along with the … Continue reading →

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Bob and Ruth

Posted on April 2, 2014 by caterpillargold

They were quiet people. They were always old – they had white hair, and walked slowly. I was young – too busy running around with my cousins to talk to them. They were strong people. Farm people. They worked hard. They … Continue reading →

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Infinite Words

Posted on March 24, 2014 by caterpillargold

Do the words “I love you” echo through time? I haven’t said them enough to know If all I hear circling in the lonely moments Are the words I wish I was still saying Or the words I have said. … Continue reading →

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The ghosts in me

Posted on January 26, 2014 by caterpillargold

There’s a wee ghost lodged in the corner of my brain. It’s also in the depths of my deepest sighs. It’s a memory of crisp, cold fresh air. Humid and damp and more like rain than dry. It’s the colors … Continue reading →

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My First Flat

Posted on August 26, 2012 by caterpillargold

I’m packing up my flat. Returning it to original state. It was such a brilliant flat to live in for a year. There’s the usual “oh, such good times happened here” (nudge nudge wink wink) sentimentality, but there’s also this … Continue reading →

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Our Hands.

Posted on May 1, 2012 by caterpillargold

Yours is the hand I like holding most.It’s not because I feel those crazy, sparkly tingles when our fingers touch.It’s not because it makes me think about how, if we’re holding hands, that means you really do like me. It’s … Continue reading →

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