Mahjong

Sometimes my father would get temporary jobs decorating old lady’s houses within the area of our small harbour side town. He would come home speckled and cheerfully display his work jeans to me; “the sign of a hard day’s work”. He felt proud of the various shades of magnolia that repurposed what once was blue. …

Aslant A Brook

Songbirds tumbled from her ears and swept down the cliff-edges in her hair to swoop away and out – out of the way of the turbulence of her drowning – they skipped across the ripples in the lake and dodged the mountainous willow leaves, cuttling out of dodge, as Ophelia wept. The nest dissolved, feathers …

Goodnight Moon

The battered sky blooms as the dark teabag stain under her weary eyes. Like the couplet strung around her necklace and embedded with teeth marks – jewels impressed into the vast expansive sky of her laden shoulderbones. The bruise darkens and the stars seem impossible. Too far away and smiling a long dead smile. But …