The sky shiny blue Thai silk - you would rip a portion and hang it like a Mantra curtains leading into the day. Step into the sun the subtle hum of traffic melding with the bees petrol fumes forgotten. Floral scents unfurl rosemary from your herb garden the kalistamon next door a giant Cootamundra wattle … Continue reading How it might’ve been…
Today Miz Quickly asked us to link an image (below) with a fairy tale. Morning leaked slow, a peach juice ooze on flagged floor and basin grim. Its warming fingers sneaking, slinking found her cheeks as if in fun but even beauty, she'd learned is fickle company and she batted tiredly the light from her … Continue reading Rapunzel
(Photo Prompt + Twiglet) Photo from Miz Quickly This track in sinuous green parallels the river’s rush and the runner with embered cheeks, heaves breath through singed lungs. Stars burn in the sun-touched water
Hey! did you hear about that chick, Persephone? You know, she was in in that movie with Jason Gyllenhaal, yeah she’s gorgeous. Remember that scene with all the flowers? OMG soooo cheesy! Anyway, so Persephone went off with her whack-job Uncle Hades. I mean, he must’ve been a prick, right? It’s like that Lolita movie, … Continue reading More Celebrity Goss
I wanted to actually send this letter but I can't find an address to send it to. So I have changed nearly all the critical details and am posting it here as a balm to my own feelings. It's sort of a work of fiction, given how much I have changed. But the feelings are … Continue reading The Worlds We Revisit
(Janet Shearon - Neil Armstrong's first wife) 382,500 miles of nothing anybody has done before and you out there in black and white like Charlie Chaplin with a different hat those shimmering images the age of light-speed, my sweet, I'm here with our two boys, holding the rails while you tango with moonstones say hello … Continue reading Imagining Mrs Armstrong
I sit, warmly blanketed, in a bland room. The dim light on the wall opposite is an assault on my closed eyes. There’s no clock and no windows. The air conditioning hums loudly for intervals and then cuts off. My eyes water but I don’t raise a hand to brush the liquid away. Sometimes I … Continue reading PET Scan
It’s Friday evening and the masculine sky is built thick with steroidal clouds muscling out the tops of awed sky-scrapers. Contrasting snow like cherry blossoms chases the piquant wind while umbrellas like bent and splendid crepes admit colour in splashes as commuters battle through the park. Two girls, gripping insecure scarves attempt to exhume a … Continue reading Scene Sprung from a List of Words
This is the last post in this series. For post one click here and for post two click here (ix) imagine planning to poison (innocently) your neighbour's noisy dog a BBQ, their stiff blue chlorine pool, a juicy piece of your chop “poor sweet thing look at those eyes” etcetera etcetera this was worse (x) … Continue reading Snowite (parts ix – xiv)
For parts i - iii click here (iv) This mirror, a gift from him, the carved frame finger-softened “It's in the classic style” he says. Spotless glass blank-faced, I can see her cherubs smirking in the cornices. “Look! A beautiful portrait!” Words bounce in and out from mouth to mouth as he sets his reflection … Continue reading Snowite (Parts iv – viii)
