Joanna Beilby


Writing

Portraits In Solitude III

People say to me, ‘do you want to die, because you’re killing yourself’. I don’t know if they’re meaning to be helpful…

Portraits In Solitude II

The boys said, “come for a beer, don’t mind the missus mate,” and I went to the lounge. And I went to the bar and I went to the woman.

Portraits In Solitude

“Don’t touch…wet paint”, she wore a sign around her neck. What was it for? “My heart,” she replied.

Paradise Only Lasts So Long

Did you feel it then? / When our souls / melted together and / I saw through the / tips of your fingers?

The Dark Stride.

She walked towards me. I knew in an instant it was her. High heeled, black open toed sandals with straps that climbed the leg. Black straps climbing tanned skin, nothing but skin.

The Queen's English

“I shan’t imagine using the word shan’t shall be a problem.” Beth laughed aloud. “Finally!”, she called to no-one in particular, “Finally!”

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