How to Remember Build yourself a soldier. More than one. Take sticks, stones, mud – all of these are traditional materials. Use them. Also paper, blood, children, trees, fertile fields, peaceful towns – whatever gets the job done. Call for patriots. For nationalists. For right-minded citizens. All manner of materials – you're in the army …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 24
Urbania Walking through the city, I heard a rooster, crowing from the gatepost of a house hidden from the road; waves slipping down from dark rocks; the crunch of gravel under booted feet behind me, even though I was alone, and unshod; an auctioneer's patter from a magpie; a mother calling to a lost pet, here …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 23
Matadora Did you think I would run? I can admire your strength without feeling weak. You are only hide and bone, after all. A frame to embroider with symbols and emblems, a small death to conquer again. Shall I garland your neck with blood roses? Come, kneel at my feet, fetish. You are vessel, you …
NaPoWriMo 09 – day 22
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 …
A Dark Feathered Art 