Mark Phillips' Pages: Workbook: May 2009

May 31, 2009: My colleague in MedicalLand.
May 30, 2009: The flat is filthy...
May 29, 2009: Flotsam of a life.
May 28, 2009: The slaves are unfree.
May 27, 2009: Disinterested in London.
May 26, 2009: Tears to be reunited.
May 25, 2009: Who do we cry for, when someone dies?
May 24, 2009: Marigolds on the altar.
May 23, 2009: Day of the Dead as Postmodernism.
May 22, 2009: I feel like the father of a daughter at college...
May 21, 2009: One day before we knew each other well she told me how elated she'd been to watch surfers at sunrise.
May 20, 2009: I sat at your desk, thinking...
May 19, 2009: Experimental diet: all comfort food.
May 18, 2009: Smug-ass white man in a smug-ass white shirt.
May 17, 2009: Did you mourn like this when your older cats died?
May 16, 2009: I don't know.
May 15, 2009: She has a growth on the outside of her rectum.
May 14, 2009: She loved investigating the laundry room...
May 13, 2009: My pleasure as they burst out laughing:
May 12, 2009: The parents are coming to understand.
May 11, 2009: Grief and grieving.
May 10, 2009: Empty house.
May 9, 2009: Chairs of colonial wicker...
May 8, 2009: She suffers. I can do nothing.
May 7, 2009: I hate coming home...
May 6, 2009: If Satan had come to me and said...
May 5, 2009: She is what she is.
May 4, 2009: The Church says: Heaven is not for animals.
May 3, 2009: "Innocent" brand family orange juice, with bits.
May 2, 2009: It rained while she died.
May 1, 2009: That's what these emails are...