You dressed yesterday in benevolent blue; your full skirted frock waist gathered in with the smell of Saturday’s lawn and bird cry's eighteen carat tinkle. Your jeweled neck its gracious curve promising protection at every horizon until clouds peeled back stark neon skeleton the slash of exposed bone and roar of pain. You clapped me … Continue reading Summer Sky
Three men in baseball caps on Sunday’s oval: this sublime morning (like Vivaldi’s violins) elongates their shadow legs while the leashes of the three small dogs tangle calves in random wind until grown men must hop and wobble. Spring’s tickling breeze, its infinite busy fingers, plucks browned blossoms and drops them butterfly flitting to ground … Continue reading Sunday with Dogs
Between here and there an escape just large enough for those chickens who stand so whitely alongside that glazed wheelbarrow. (Yes, William Carlos Williams fills my emptiness some days). On one side, marigolds which they love to eat and on the other, their coop and then there’s me. The portal. I wish one would cry: … Continue reading In the Fence
Image by C Coles Phillips (1880-1927) (Like Mother's own sails she's cinched and stayed) It's early, driftwood quiet except for waters' lazy slap Far off, through pearly haze she knows the summer harbour its busy stone window and the framing stench of fish. But here, there's the pleasure of an empty deck the sky blue … Continue reading Blue Morning
Gueorgui Pinkhassov, NYT Magazine Sept 2021 The girl has red hair, sheet fine and flickable and red shoes, Dorothy shoes, with laces and legs that mean dancing smooth and strong. The boy has a football, not a soccer ball one of those egg-shaped ones that flip flop, like ducks’ tails side to side, flip flop, … Continue reading Dragon Rich
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)
From the point-of-view of the Step-Mother (i) It begins in a red-lit pub glazed with cigarette-smoke. He sits alone, eyes hung brown thick with the gravy of old love. The froth on his beer is drying a watery ring hugs the bottom of his glass. He does not tell me of his daughter her beauty … Continue reading Snowite (Parts i-iii)
It's Wednesday night and in homes across the catchment children are asked to "keep it down" while one parent finds a hidey hole which pretends to be an office for another COVID19 P&C meeting on time, on track and on budget on Skype The topic is the school fete beset by 1.5 metre problems and … Continue reading P&C Revolution
Fenny Fawcett ran a factory printing fiction and fantasy but while enjoying fanciful fiction, she also liked her facts, you see. ** Fiction claimed as fact, she could only view as fallacy and she fought this fact confection with significant potency. ** Fenny started fracking for fiction in our history and finally formed a faction … Continue reading Fenny’s Fact Story
Ladies & Gentleman, Tonight I am here to speak with you about Lazy Luck. Some people simply snorter along through life: getting this job, winning that prize, getting a book published… they have no glue about how lucky they are. It’s lazy, that’s true, but in a strange way it’s not their fault. In fact, … Continue reading Malapop!
An angled column of sun selects the courtyard as its resting place, quivering in among a dapple of leaves and students and lushing out the thick green lawn. She stands right in the centre, separate and anointed, her hair fairly aflame with light, her green shirt matching the grass, still and upright. He calls her … Continue reading The Reunion
An outback station - leather-coloured hills wigged over with scrub and bush where in summer just above the ground vision wavers - that violent collision of the sun's power faced with its own reflection. Far-seeing eyes look to the sky finding relief in colours blue or weather's break or just the pretty pattern of some … Continue reading A Story
(Hunting for some documents today, I came across some writing from my Uni days. Thought I'd post this little story since my brain seems a bit dry of fodder right now.) "Are you nervous, Pippa?" Grandpa Benjie stowed the picnic basket on the back seat, shut the door and climbed in beside her. "No. Grandpa, … Continue reading Are you nervous?
If it were me who bit that chunk out of the moon, would I glow from the inside like a firefly? ** From the inside like a firefly who bit that chunk out of the moon. Would I glow if it were me? ** Who bit that chunk out of the moon? Would I glow … Continue reading The Firefly
It's a nosebag.Excuse me?It's a digital nosebag.What are you talking about?News feed. Google feed. Facebook feed... that thing you're holding is a modern nosebag.I believe normal people call it a device or a phone.Well some people call a spade a blooming shovel. What difference does it make? It's a nosebag.You are so annoying. Can you … Continue reading On the bus…
Out of the Cave 