They say the granite sparkles. Aye, in the sun, a lovely sparkle. She tries to see it, face up against the stone and in the ends decides - It is an hallucination from living this far North, surrounded by grey and (possibly) granite radioactivity affecting their sight. She makes a joke to that effect and … Continue reading Pardon me … if I don’t Trust your Hallucinations
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Swimming with Swans
The winter is cold. Ice forms on the loch. I swim & two swans follow.
The Dog Needs Botox
A sestina. with the six repeating words chosen by jess, john & sveta. He gets up every morning at 6am to walk the dog. At this time of year, the ground is thick with frost – the stars his guiding light. Walking feeds his soul and prepares him for home, where she, and conflict await. … Continue reading The Dog Needs Botox
Darkness is your country
A tritina inspired by Ursula le guin's 1983 'a left-handed commencement address' To wander alone, late at night, in the dark is foolish. Who knows what might happen to women out there? Best stay safe indoors. House. Home. Hearth = Indoors. These are spaces built to exclude the dark and protect a family. In particular … Continue reading Darkness is your country
Bambi
He kindly agreed to drive her to the station, despite the early morning shadow fog. His weathered hands grip the steering wheel as he peers short-sightedly into the gloom. She should have insisted on driving herself - just how much can he actually see? She strains her eyes for him and watches the road in … Continue reading Bambi
