6 [business card]: Kelly Jayne, BA, MA. Artist. Art Psychotherapist. * Distant Bells. Parade of grave shoes. Their shadows shrink and loom. He believes he sees them, so he sees them. He watches them askew. They hover and pass, never ending. The shadows were drawn to this place, he imagined, by … Continue reading Mirror (6): Distant Bells.
I rarely see myself in the day mirror anymore, having learned to disappear myself. The day mirror has become my third eye. The day mirror allows me to become magnificent, mercurial. I enter and leave it at will. Within its frame, I free range and, despite being close enough to kiss your ear, I look … Continue reading Mirror (1-3).
Sunshine, honey the length of South Street, blessing nearly every pale shape there. Sunshine smears the terraces with a liberal ease and the windows cannot help but grin. The market is near gridlock with browsers, dawdlers: a mix of locals and grockles. Pushchairs and trolleys chariot. Shopping bags and shoulder bags tangle, and endless people brush. … Continue reading Elvis Mirror.
The storm abated and the congregation shuffled outside. Reverend J. Jackson, the flint of St. Hilda's at her back, was blowing great gusts of tobacco smoke into the graveyard and every blue cloud was making a miserable job of concealing her. If anything, the smoke drew attention, haloed her. She was playing the service back … Continue reading The Ever After, or Thereabouts.
When Jessica returned she had changed. Her bob had grown out and she wore it now locked. She dressed in arrangements of mismatched discard; thin slips and vest tops, secondhand summer dresses; straps striped her suntanned shoulders. Silk scarves gave chase, streamed all about her. Patchouli oiled the air around her. She had no need … Continue reading Loose Haiku.
Wayne threw a right. The van slewed the black road. He stamped the brakes, summoning the sound of slack gravel. He pulled on the smoke stuck to his lips, gave the horn one long lusty honk with the flat of his hand, and said, All out that's getting out! I lifted the bag from between my … Continue reading Dead Meadow.