Bride She was halfway to the church, and late. Waiting at another railway crossing, the train flashing past ticketty-tak, ticketty-tak, the faces turning her way, fingers pointing, though what they could make out under all the froth and tulle ... well. The cake she'd made herself, to save money, and iced yesterday, singing a silly lovey-dove …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 21
Blues for an Old Photograph Girl, if you knew what was coming, you'd flee. Girl, I know you will suffer and grieve, and curl on the floor like a witchetty grub, and bleed. Young. You are young, and strong – you're strong. Just never enough, or for long. Cross your arms on your chest – that's …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 20
untitled You are the sound of water, a fountain, somewhere nearby but just out of sight, around the next corner maybe. A paved square, a plaça beneath tall trees, the dappled light of old trees outside a church where children are quiet, at prayer, heads bent to their own strange thoughts. Gaudi knew this place. The day is …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 19
Aubade from the Milkman a bowl of fresh mozzarella soft and delicate the curve of its skin dewy and rounded the bones the arch of your face so changeable firm to the touch but milky-sweet and yeilding to me This one was triggered by a ReadWritePoem newsfeed: I order dairy for a co-op; I …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 18
Lost One day past our second anniversary when the mountain tried to take you from me. A stranger at the door, using the name I still thought of as your mother's. The colour drained out of my clothes until they were as white as an avalanche. The stone weight of cold punched the windows in and …
A Dark Feathered Art 