Memento Mori Sunday afternoon: (freshly unified) council recycling point. (Family estate) cars cluster –household waste only. Can’t actually recycle. Don’t think too hard about the garbage mountain: final resting place. Vehicles gape – last stage decluttering. Pitch the cracked mirror into the skip where it teeters on the roof of a derelict toy-car garage. Rug […]
If love was rain – 68 words
If love was rain Check the forecast. Again. Unseasonably damp or drought? Incantation for precipitation. Then, ah -refreshing, quenching, fresh. Plashing, plopping. You know -green shoots, petrichor, yada. Stand barefoot, gasping and drenched – torrentially triumphant. Drinking it deep until – there’s floods, cancellations. Driving drizzle and damn – now the roof leaks. Drips […]
seaside conversation – 100 words
The love of laundry – 100 words
The love of laundry Your clothes are puddled, shorts, pants, socks nested. Pocket with a lolly stick broken in three place and two seashells, not from the same creature. It smells of your outdoors body. The evidence of slide tackles will need that pink stuff, so I rub it in with my finger. Later […]
