An empty nest constructed mostly of guano and lint in the eaves, grey weeds eked in the brickwork outside the window. The weeds scratched at the glass when the wind blew in off the bay. The walls separating the box kitchen from the bedroom from the bright bathroom, she discovered, after having lived in the … Continue reading Tiny Spines.
I surfaced and I breathed again. Turned it all around. And then I held her in my hand. She told me that she’d been learning speed chess, the hard way; she'd finished Falling For Philosophers by Ezra Maas. And on a towel in the bathroom was an impression that appeared to me … Continue reading Speed chess, the hard way
A vast and beautiful sadness must have unfolded overnight, because when he awoke in his jumbled sheets, there it was, imbuing everything, and he found himself wondering of her return. Wondering would she be the same? Would she appear to be younger or (somehow) older? Would the tangerine fringe she favoured of late have faded, becoming less lustrous; … Continue reading Polaroid Beneath Tissue.
with the diligence of tailors, you and i gathered at our candlelit collars with a purr and a whisper and cupping warm hollows, saturday's stitches became sunday's seams. [handcut collage 24x12. 2020]
divide the cities east to west grid the country until all that is left are sad children behind radiators tired women in empty churches grumpy old men retelling stories well, barely anecdotes.
07/06/20 I don't recall the staircase bannisters to the front door being painted teal or even the walls blush-orange. I like it. I don't recall feeling the sanded pineboards beneath my bare feet before. I like it. The sunlight pours oblong-shaped through the letter box onto the floor. I am delighted (delighted!) and (as ever) … Continue reading dream diaries…90