The Pear Gateau.

This is another way he remembered her. Her laughter flowered the living room walls causing colours to bloom here and voices, like hot-air balloons, also. Her face framed at the hatch, asking from the kitchen, who’s for dessert. And some of them claimed to be stuffed, but thank you, and some of them, groaning, held … Continue reading The Pear Gateau.

perhaps this is what they call jazz?

they sat in the low light blue smoke of the room and, after a while, running out of things to say, he picked up a guitar and started to strum some rudimentary chords, plucking triads and tripping harmonics and, believing he was, of a sudden, some old blues man, he began to throw in some … Continue reading perhaps this is what they call jazz?

A Loose Tally.

https://experimentsinfiction.com/2020/12/09/eif-poetry-challenge-11-the-results/ A wonderful surprise (& delight!) to find my free verse piece, A Loose Tally, being chosen in the latest EIF challenge! Many thanks to Liyona & the folks at Experiments In Fiction. xo *A Loose Tally. “I have the rent until Valentine’s.”Something in the way you said this made me smile,made me wonder if … Continue reading A Loose Tally.

rooftop horizon

kitchen window three-ten blues she loves me, yeah. she loves you, too. oh, what's a boy to do? i ask you. on the rooftop, mars. she deems do cower. "please make it disappear." oh, what a to-do? i ask you. appropriate words. now that's what's needed. proper, appropriated, properly words. kitchen window four-ten blues i … Continue reading rooftop horizon