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 […]
A visit from my imaginary lover – 100 words
Another thing you can’t trust – 100 words
Another thing you can’t trust They are only a generation from wolves, with blood on their teeth and head-back baying. Why would it stay when you tell it to? Instead, it’ll sit for a bit until a more interesting smell whistles shrill, from over there. And it will be gone. Not, of course, intending […]
Relic – 100 words
Relic Station commute, cloudy breath – warm coat. I slip my hand into my pocket and find, not hankies and the change I keep for shop doorway residents, but a mask. Paper cotton, ear loops and that unforgettable yeasty breath smell. I’d put those birdsong bright days of fear and wide empty roads away. They’d […]
