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 […]
Harbingers – 100 words
Harbingers Every year they come: tender white heads peeping from green swaddling. Vulnerable necks. They tell us it’s true: months of winter waiting is worth it. Buds and blossom and bloody dandelions will follow, with blooming certainty. We’ve made it through the darkest. Head cocked in the dawn – listening to creatures waking, rustling and […]
Nature’s Day – 100 words
Healing – 100 words
Healing. Sometimes when dramas and other people’s lost possession distract from tending the broken parts, things change. You, check, fleeting to find that new skin is fresh and pinkly smooth. Fine, that’s that, you say. And go about infatuations and reactions, habits clunking into place – a solid construction. Moving forward. But under the carapace […]
Summer clothes – 100 words
Summer clothes. Dawn, high blue and clear. Warm through double glazing. A day to get the boxes down from the top shelf. Hello linen, shirts with no sleeves. Sandal cages for naked toes. Dresses I didn’t wear last year, or the one before. Shorts. Espadrilles. Capris. Flip-flops. Even the names glisten in the sun. The […]