Helm wind You are a wicked, spiteful gust coming here throwing bin lids about. You clatter and rattle, bruising paint and denting, flattening crop heads and shaking branches bare. Dislodging my peace and flipping hair in my face, Why can’t you let me have this calm day? Grit in my eyes, icy fingers down my […]
Moldewarp – 100 words
Moldewarp What is a molehill? An inconsequential pile of soil, sifted and airy, like baking flour, field acne, rashing across the grass. It’s raining – but subterranean, who cares? Talipidae are busy: worm-trap tunnels bear fruit mole spit paralyses and underground larders fill with the once squirming. Peckish predators squeeze supper until earthy guts squidge […]
Imbolc – 100 words
Imbolc 7am: Look there. It’s not just pinprick constellations, and the lights of the A66. This is the first morning I see it – that place where ancient black meets cold fell tops. It’s a barely-there glimmer, a hint, an outline I can see because I remember. Before the coffee’s half drunk, it’s a brave […]
Clutch control – 100 words
Clutch control I’ve had a little car trouble: My clutch is, in technical terms, stuffed, the garage man will mend it and, at the same time, give me the benefit of his not inconsiderable, but yet uninvited, wisdom on clutches and flywheels and other oily – and expensive – components. I don’t care – just […]
Mysteries (unsolved) – 100 words
Mysteries (unsolved) I found a pillowcase the other day it wasn’t mine, I’m certain. But, then again, my life is full of things I don’t recognise, I can’t work out, and I don’t remember, so I shouldn’t have been surprised. There’s the little blue dish with the dots (yellow), the other black walking jacket (size […]