Karen Sealey

The silence of 1am interrupted by a ringing phone could only mean one thing. The screen glowed into life a name who never calls with any good news… Never calls with any news really… Only contacts via messenger with predictable words of – Are you still up? Can you read me some cards? Time paused… Debating whether to pick up… Resignedly picking up because it’s the dutiful thing to do… Stifled…

The scene of the grime Picked clean like a well gnawed chicken bone, early memories stowed away in timecapsule tat, flogged to highest bidder as vintage household… Venetician blinds raised high and skewed, giving unobstructed views… The rear garden visible from the pavement out front. An angular awkwardness, a refusal to sit straight, a reflex reaction to being forced open after more than four…

Between Worlds…

Mr S is a creature of habit and oftentimes I abscond him, drag him away… He mumbles and grumbles until he realises that he’s quite enjoying the unexpected change of scene. Me… I have an inbuilt urge to drive into the distance… I can easily imagine myself as the newspaper headline telling of the woman who vanished for 20 years after nipping out for a loaf of bread… Everyday when I arrive back…

Ir's beem a while since I've written... Here's tmy post for the latest Tarot Blog Hop

Previous | Master List | Next Welcome to the latest Tarot Blog Hop hosted by Jay Cassels, who has set the theme Sometimes you think you’re randomly laying down cards in idleness… Just placing a few images to get a feel for a new deck but experience tells me that cards don’t seem to get the ‘keep it casual’ memo or maybe they do but they skim read it as ‘keep it causal’… Who knows? What I do…

Some people might say – Let it go… Rise above it… My mind in situations where that might be appropriate, instead says – It’s all just fresh tobacco and dead badgers. Sometimes I say that out loud and some people look at me oddly and other people who’ve heard me ramble on about the thoughts in my head when I’ve encountered either fresh tobacco or dead badgers, laugh and say oh your brain’s doing…

Falling echo from the last Curated words retold a past Feinted reality painted Not me For I remembered differently

Nudity & Prudity

Censorship… A few years back, I don’t recall exactly when, I decided that online groups were not the place for me and so I sat quietly and mass departed. OK admittedly there might have been a couple or so groups in there that I did like but who has time to sift through piles of crap. A cull across the board was a swifter option and I figured losing a couple of enjoyable groups in the process,…

Pigeons… I know a lot of people who don’t like them, who refer to them as flying rats, and who think that these birds deserve to die… I can kind of see where these folks are coming from and it’s not really something that sits well with me and it’s not something that brings me much comfort when I accidentally mow one down with the car. Just to clarify – my mowing down people body count sits at…

Yesterday I swam for the first time in almost an eternity. My last swim was in 1B.C. (before covid 😭!) my brain no longer tracks dates with much ease having been blessed with living in Leicester (aka Plague Central) and locked down for 16ish months… People talk about the New Normal… I can barely remember the old normal… The old life feels as real as any other half remembered dream. Occasionally I…

The trouble with words is that you never know where and how they’ll land. A few weeks or so I recieved a text. It was out of the blue… Hmm… No, that’s not quite exact, it was unexpected… Not at all out of the blue once I thought it through … It had just taken the sender around 9 or 10 months to convey their feelings about a situation I don’t care too much to mention. Around 9 or 10 months the…

Yesterday pulling out of the layby I felt the grin spread wide across my face as I chuckled away. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mr S quietly shaking his head in disbelief, which of course made me laugh louder… I don’t know how you did that? I didn’t answer and thought back to our conversation the day before or maybe the day before that? I don’t know… Time is hard to keep track of…

Orphaned Oracle – review by Joanne Sprott

It’s been an odd week… Day after day of failing to hold on to thoughts… A week of intending to do one thing then straying off into something else, not exactly procrastination as each time the something else is something that needs to be done but my attempts at keeping my intended order of doing things seem strangely thwarted. Three times this week, I’ve found myself on the listening end of…

Because…

A couple of days ago, I had one of those moments where I found myself ridiculously overjoyed by something very simple that I’d said… It was a short lived moment, interrupted by a mallard flying out in front of my car. I hit my brakes and called it a bastard as I managed not to hit it then it decided to pull a 180° for a second fly by and further expletives flew from my mouth – ducking fuck quack…

Orphaned Oracle (c) Karen Sealey 2020 This morning got off to a miserable start. The clocks shifting forwards from GMT to BST always leaves me feeling churlish, a feeling not improved by a lazy wind, the kind of wind that cuts through you rather than go around you, that made 10°C feel like 2°C at best. My first batch of passengers arrived silent and attempting to rub sleep from their eyes before…