29th November
Misty start to the day. Like being inside cotton wool. Or passing through low cloud. Mouse crap in the kitchen (they emerged from the fireplace like something prehistoric, between old…
Misty start to the day. Like being inside cotton wool. Or passing through low cloud. Mouse crap in the kitchen (they emerged from the fireplace like something prehistoric, between old…
From memory. Florida/1996. Christmas Day. A collective of pink condominiums set in squares around a section of Intracoastal Waterway. *** I see myself, hands thrust into the pockets of my…
Many years ago. After the death of my father, during the economic crisis, at a time of great uncertainty and confusion, we left our home and moved to the coast.…
He wakes from a dream flickering in silken darkness in silence drifting through a broken window sill covered with the kiss of her fingertips. * There is no order to…