Sky
Wintered sky sharpened by her consorting mizzle. His umbrella ploughed it’s furrowed path, forlorn in our suburban silence.
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Dark grey sloppy joe that managed the sloppy well. Lighter track suit pants, feet sweeping the platform through other people’s traces. “Spare change?” with a desultory monotone to each. Stoned or...
View ArticleThe Drawer
Sometimes he needed to wrap all of desire’s broiling tumescence in barbed wire to carefully hide it in that small, slightly tight, the one that scratches at itself as you open it, timber draw that he...
View ArticleHis Glasses
The glasses seemed to be on a very short leash. Almost snug under his adam’s apple, nestled there signalling the need to wear glasses, but hiding how exactly they could be put on. A stout, rubberish...
View ArticleA Small List of Small Irritants
Men who sit on the train, legs astraddle, their one and a half seats an acknowledgement of their imagined masculine enormity. Young women too excited on the phone (OMG!) People walking on a busy...
View ArticleA Tunnel and a Suit
His suit came first, working hard to punch above its weight. Actually, I don’t know anything about suits, so that isn’t, strictly speaking, true. The headphones, they were crap, I do know that. But his...
View ArticleSweet and Sour
We have a lemon tree in our rented backyard. They can be a tad pithy, and this time of year we have a glut of these delightful, aromatic, astringent things. Last year I tied, with an old coat hanger, a...
View ArticleA Glimpse of Some Deep Red
Minor interruptions of deep camilla red that burnishes into vermillion then tarnished brown and black. I don’t know who decorates the escaped plane tree by a railway car park. For two years, in...
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He had spent too much of his life finding fault. Dissatisfied frustrated and ashamed that he could not hear its poetry.
View ArticleClarkefield
I had wanted to write about taking the country train to the city. Late morning hinted spring sunshine during the school holidays. As we get closer to the city the teenagers. Brash dirt talk of the...
View ArticleOn the way home
He stood on the platform, quite near the edge keeping an eye on the monitor. As if the train might arrive, unexpected. Late 40s, probably from the university. He clutched near under his chin a bag of...
View ArticleHer leg
The boot, black and I expect leather, wrapped itself around her calf. One leg of the wool tights speckled her smooth leg with its gentle diamond cut outs. Rocked by the rhythm of the train and my...
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