Catherine Watson

clenched muscles relax without warning

Saw a police car this morning on my way back from the laundromat, driving around looking for signs of trouble.

    My grandmother died in 1969 at the age (I think) of 89. My brother and I weren’t expected to go to the funeral and neither of us now can remember exactly when it was. My grandmother had become […]

Good never breaks back, and never puts much effort into the fight.

Can I look down and see my ageing, knuckled hands...

  I came looking for you on the streets of Montparnasse boulevard Arago, rue Saint-Jacques, rue Mouffetard, boulevard Raspail place de l’Odéon I came looking for a woman solitary not afraid living on coffee and fine on the money men […]

  I was twenty-three and living in London for the first time.  I should’ve been fulfilling my father’s dreams for me, which had me doing a qualifying teacher training year in some grimy Midlands town.  Instead I was working for […]