How could I describe your eyes? I could say that they are closed globes Whole worlds turn under your lids As you sleep and I lie awake next to you Resisting the urge to trace
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My rough
tongue licks my sharp claws as i see warm flesh pant up hill. Haunches heavy with meat, back heavy with rider. I leap at the horses backside claws gain purchase. Rider crashes, hot meal gallops
Continue ReadingLightning Bugs
Because I can’t fly home now, there are things I’ve come to miss. Today, in July, it’s lightning bugs floating over the front lawn, sporadic showers of yellow-green luminescence— random on random off. We stalked
Continue ReadingThe Paradox of the House Spider
At 3 AM, the bathroom light exposes a black house spider, crossing the beige marble floor. Alternating two pairs up and two pairs down, its spindly, robot-like legs wind down like a child’s wind-up toy.
Continue ReadingThe True Nature of Imaginary Things
Imaginary rats lurk in my kitchen. These rats lack something: Guile. Purpose. Intent. I worry I’ll tread on one in the dark. I flick the lights and bristle, sensing a rat, slick with sickness, in
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A well-bred unicorn must go to school to the school for unicorns in the forest far from home where the foundlings live delivered by the angels. She must have a uniform from the unicorns’ uniform
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A mahout rode her down the stream to where it widened out - a bath fit for an elephant. She sank on her haunches expectantly as we, up to our waists in the cold clear
Continue ReadingNight-time noises.
emptying my pockets of crumpled dead papers which sit on the dresser in a lined-up row, rose-white. my wallet a bassdrum and my keys a sharp jingle, this treble of pennies, divesting my goods. the
Continue ReadingYellow impressionism.
this is no way to find the expression. time after time I have tried. the yellow light which struggled through yellowing lampshades. the wallpaper; teastained, tobacco- stained hues. the light sometimes of a streetlamp, or
Continue ReadingA wet morning
and painted colour marches on the quayside. ads for movies, plastered to the buses wet sides, the names of companies and van-canopies, moving with the purpose of floating leaves and seagulls which bob on the
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