In order to preserve footgear of urban sophisticate, I slither free, laces still tied. Evening greens fizz: I have to go to the grass… under branches. My toes burrow in blood-warm ooze. Ghosts of sunshine. Wriggle feet down through surface soft to the stone cold earth. I lean in bark furrows. ‘Hello dear. What took … ... more ...
Memento Mori – 100 words
Memento Mori Sunday afternoon: (freshly unified) council recycling point. (Family estate) cars cluster –household waste only. Can’t actually recycle. Don’t think … ...more...
If love was rain – 68 words
If love was rain Check the forecast. Again. Unseasonably damp or drought? Incantation for precipitation. Then, ah -refreshing, quenching, … ...more...
seaside conversation – 100 words
seaside conversation what is destiny? asked a seagull as I unwrap my chips good question, I say, steam burps from my parcel, a potato inferno of … ...more...
The love of laundry – 100 words
The love of laundry Your clothes are puddled, shorts, pants, socks nested. Pocket with a lolly stick broken … ... more ...
A visit from my imaginary lover – 100 words
A visit from my imaginary lover They came to my house and I surprised myself by opening the door for them. They said … ... more ...
Another thing you can’t trust – 100 words
Another thing you can’t trust They are only a generation from wolves, with blood on their teeth and … ... more ...
Relic – 100 words
Relic Station commute, cloudy breath – warm coat. I slip my hand into my pocket and find, not hankies and the change … ... more ...