DRM SealyCurse-iveShe has been sitting a while. Her shoulders by her ears, edging millimetres closer by the minute. She’s done her duty; meditated 30…Sep 23, 2019Sep 23, 2019
DRM SealyA bull walking, unmovedYesterday I walked down a tree lined street in a last ditch attempt to get some exercise before dusk. It had been raining all day, and I…Sep 19, 2019Sep 19, 2019
DRM SealyMelbourne: the veneerI am back. This time last week Melbourne had some hold on me. My step quickened with happiness as the week progressed. I believed that my…Sep 17, 2019Sep 17, 2019
DRM SealyDear ReaderBeing the daughter of a writer reading is the first thing I organise in any holiday! For me reading is really the ingredient that is…Sep 4, 2019Sep 4, 2019
DRM SealyPresence, not presentsNot even December, yet I feel the (Capitalist) Christmas tingle (and jingle?). I was the kid who counted down days (oblivious to my…Sep 4, 2019Sep 4, 2019
DRM SealyWhirlwind Tour of ToiletsMy earliest memory was of a toilet. I was age two. Squatting. Squatting on an Indian squat toilet. I know that’s no charming way to start…Sep 4, 2019Sep 4, 2019
DRM SealyINKLESSSentiment, perhaps a feeling not worth getting accustomed to. A feeling too easily grasped, too hard to let go. An empty room echoes its…May 17, 2017May 17, 2017
DRM SealyEn mass(e)When I talk of my childhood (and now holidays) in India it never takes long for the conversation to head towards Religious beliefs. For…May 17, 2017May 17, 2017
