Writing

The factories breathe and plume the skyline, the light grows heavy and begins its slow…

Unsleeved, the rubber tied and tapped. The vitrine tube is filled with pilgrimage, the blood…

Witchcraft’s little hammers beat upon her heart, whistling through the glint of spider’s web, her…

The slice of apple was destined to be metaphor. Auditors and lecturer alike, wallflowered by…

The zebra in the window is husk-eyed and a-prance, though going neither forward nor back.…

A vague time of day, air bright and insistent, but easily shadowed by rain riding…

A toy village, drowned in a heron’s tear. A flea explores its trinket world, remembers…

The tattered, ragged elements are recombined to form the latest version of ‘a life’. The…

It is said that a flight of white doves coming no one knew whence accompanied…

Clear eyes draw the dead light as through a keyhole, the muffled aquarium music of…