January 16th 2009 (Hook Farm, Uplyme) 8am. There is a doe outside the caravan window nuzzling the wet grass. She glances up at me after a while, stares, chewing, then continues foraging. Later, I scoop and crumble the insides of yesterday's french stick and I scatter the bread on the grass for the small birds. … Continue reading Notes From a Fragile Island.
I packed a stack of old records in a Tesco's bag and took a 109 into Croydon. Some were mine, some were yours; once upon a time we called them ours. Tim looked sad as he opened up that Tesco's bag and spread out all that vinyl on the counter. He pointed out some scratches … Continue reading scratches in the sunlight.
a bowlegged woman and a woe betide gent and a worrisome teen with marker pens, come suddenly through the door. Over the rim of his jar, he decides them, "a very rum number indeed."
The back lane, this new-year dawn, is littered, bleakly - tumbled bins, spent bottles, knuckled tabs, sodden boxes; hound shites, plastic wraps, a quilted headboard, yellowed hand towel; wrapping-paper tumbleweeds troubling parked cars; a bloody gown of herring gull (gutting something); and the last, the very last, or the first, Christmas tree, skulking and skittling … Continue reading The Wronged Tree.
in this narrow kitchen i dream a wild life with you. out there, he breathes. he loves you. i taste you and i believe, every evening, in everything. i don't know how we got here. but if this is where you find me, this narrow kitchen, with my heart on my sleeve. just whistle. .
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.
