For reasons they don’t understand the puddle by the gate never dries up and the frogs knee-deep all through the summer Hetty likes to squat tiny bottom almost in the water watching the squiggle of life, silent as first light. In a bucket in the laundry Hetty is feeding caterpillars. Nat says it’s hard to … Continue reading Hetty

lantern festival

We bent wire, looping and tying. Lantern skeletons sprouted like line drawings and then bold paper shades of floating persimmons. The river gleamed reptilian in darkness spotted with tea lights. I couldn't see your eyes just sails of light bobbing and hueing and the small gods their shimmering reflections Written for Twiglet #266

thinking of fish

Winter Landscape with Skaters and Bird TrapBy Pieter Breughel the Younger - http://www.antiques.com.pl, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=12429232 jack daws beep and chatter knowing our insignificant flying the feeble flags of scarves in noon's fish-eyed pallor the houses stand starched snow hats white as boiled lollies dimly reflected in jaundiced ice underneath I’m conscious fish are watching … Continue reading thinking of fish


The bed looks blue, like cold lips and so still, clothes tucked ‘round; the kitchen, its tiny yellow kettle and fridge that grumbles all night long; and her mother’s chair, the dents for buttocks and head just resting… always in the coarse weave of floral chintz. Those roses on the upholstery stay alive, while vases … Continue reading April