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 […]
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 […]
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 […]