How to Write
February 13. Notes written in order to abolish this damn writer's block plaguing me once again. In the morning, get up. Make the bed in the style of a fancy…
The January After Turning 65
Two Weeks Before. A frozen morning. Outside, an army of bone white trees. An icy clear sky. Birds pecking at the kitchen window. You say, 'it's only a number' the…
Last of the Autumn Leaves
In early November the girl can see her breath. Clouds of smoke in the crisp air. She wears a red and black checked bomber jacket; owned since university. A cold…
Room 329
The hotel room, dressed in washes of brown, looks out onto a busy road. I have pulled back the curtains, opened a window. Gray clouds heavy and sodden painted against…
What Price Beauty
The Wedding. The women are wearing ladders on their feet. Stiff legged, they limp out of church. One clomps along lifting her feet high off the ground - "must control…
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…
What Did You Find There?
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…
Selling Poetry
A small blonde girl wearing worn dirty sneakers squats against a service door in the rain and pees on crumpled papers, wrappers, a notice announcing ‘thirty percent off all dresses…
Rock. Paper. Scissors.
One summer morning over breakfast Arlene, Max’s wife of twenty-five years, announced that she was planning to have an affair. “Who plans to have an affair and tells the…
When Worlds Collide
After the intensity of last week's story I thought it might be time for another Sci-Fi film review/enactment to cheer things up. Or not. Because if you think about it,…