Yrsa Daley-Ward's Blog, page 13
March 25, 2014
"Home. Home is a tricky concept. Who can disagree? Home…
is nowhere. Home is everywhere. Home is the..."
is nowhere. Home is everywhere. Home is the club and home is the bottom of the drink and the first sip of the next and home is in
the arms of someone beautiful, even for just one evening when you’re too full of spirit to see your own way home.
Home is my late mothers house which now belongs to the government and home is where the head is. I left my heart with you…are you home? Left a kiss in your mouth…are you home? I do not know where to go most nights, will I ever reach home?”
- Yrsa Daley-Ward (via thiswillnotlast)
"Thank goodness I have nearly unlearned
folding my desire into itself
being afraid to claim it."
folding my desire into itself
being afraid to claim it.”
- Yrsa Daley-Ward (via thiswillnotlast)
March 19, 2014
"It isn’t that dad doesn’t love you or your brother
said Mum, greasing up our ashy legs with..."
It isn’t that dad doesn’t love you or your brother
said Mum, greasing up our ashy legs with Vaseline
Or that your auntie Amy’s a man stealing back-stabbing, cheating bitch
who can’t keep a man so she has to steal somebody else’s.
We just don’t see eye to eye on much, that’s all
and he wouldn’t stop eating cashew nuts in bed.
It’s not that your mother and I hate each other
said Dad, pushing a crumpled ten pound note into my chinos pocket
…or that I forgot about your birthday
but I need time to think now. I’m moving in with Amy
and anyway, your mum cooks with too much salt.
It wasn’t so much an affair, you understand
said Auntie Amy, lacing up my brothers small Nike trainers
and picking out my knots with the wooden comb shaped like a fist
but a meeting of minds,
outside of our respective vows
And bodies, muttered mum, when I told her later.
Two faced tramp. What a joke.
Don’t tell anyone I said that.
Don’t tell anyone I said that.
It’s not as though your mums exactly an angel, either
said dad with blood red eyes
and a pulsing vein in his forehead
finishing the last of his whisky
and auntie Amy hissed, Easy Winston, you’ve had enough
and dad said, Don’t tell me what to do
not even my wife yet, and you think you know it all.
It not that your family are going to hell, necessarily
said grandma, boiling up the green banana, yam and dumpling
and grating the coconut onto the rice and peas
They must just accept Jesus Christ into their lives
and put away the drink and sin and all the lies.
Now go and wash your hands and set the table.
Don’t worry, child.
We’ll pray for them tonight.
Yrsa Daley Ward
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March 16, 2014
"I have searched hard for my very dead parents in women with my fathers strong stature and men with..."
always unwittingly,
never successfully.”
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March 14, 2014
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March 12, 2014
"It has been going on like this
for years. I provide the bed
and all of my body.
She provides the..."
for years. I provide the bed
and all of my body.
She provides the drink,
foots all of the bill.”
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March 11, 2014
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