We are Covertaffairians

Can I please borrow a pen?

Stunning coastal properties, and the allure of bougainvillea.

I read Robinne Lee’s book, The Idea Of You, when it came out a couple of years ago. I must admit feeling a tiny tingle of vexation when I initially picked it up, as though Robinne had somehow channeled the overall theme of my book, namely, a woman nearing 40 and a pop star considerably younger meet and fall in love.

But when I read Robinne’s book, which I really enjoyed, I soon realized that mine is very different in flavour.

STEAMY STUFF

My escape car is a turquoise convertible with a great stereo? Want to hop in?

People find it rather strange

I come all by myself to Spain

That acrid smell of armpit juice,

And morning breath is quite uncouth.

Don’t squander your twinkle

WHERE’S MY PASSPORT?

Mountains of ideas

Meanwhile, Jimmy chewed.

What did wish to learn?

What did he wish to hide?

Charm of Istambul

Radiance

Tickle my toes

FOR NATASHA AND SABINA DE HENEY

After the school dance

We lay in bed,

Fluorescent with fervour,

Discussing who danced with who,

I hope you chipped your nail polish on the way out.

And just like that a complete stranger

On a bus saves two ridiculous

Exhausted twenty-something-year-olds

From a night on the streets.