Hello. Been a while. A couple of years ago I quit my blog Tucked Into a Corner for a SquareSpace page - well, I came to the realization that I really, really, really don't like SquareSpace. I don't find it as easy to use or as intuitive as WordPress. With that in mind, I've begun… Continue reading Moving House
there's a new mirror on the wall. when i look, it has a ghoulish reflection in the glass, past me. the image appears stuck. i bought it from an antique shop. the owner was glad to see it go. she took my money and said nothing about surprises. i was not prepared for mischief… Continue reading ghoulish + prepare + surprise
my dreams tonight are cold, a forgetful haze of ice and snow, a blur of grey and white. by the time i wake up, i'm chilled right through. there's no beauty to be found in these dreams, cold as they are. all there is, is an exceptional sight: the horizon is all blank. … Continue reading beauty + dreams + exceptional
tame flowers sit in glass and ceramic vessels, a demure display. they're simply arranged, logical order of height to best advantage. they sit for five days before being whisked away and swiftly replaced.
i don't believe you. you're most difficult to read at the best of times. your words are raw and unpracticed. this is not what my heart needs right now. my mind is quick, draws conclusions you need not spell out. i know too much.
athletic frame draped in silk, a second skin, waits for fabric to warm. perfume is absorbed into the fibres, starting to take own its shape. the dress is packed up already coming alive with its new owner.
the museum is silent, thin groups of people focused on stories. there's something quiet in the air itself. people trickle through the exhibits, each clasping some relevant bit of literature. there's still so much to see and take in. they're surrounded by history, watching as it unfolds in solemn halls, unfurls on compact… Continue reading surrounded + history + focused
there's crumbs on the bench a thin-framed tray cooling fresh cookies from the stove. a swipe of a damp sponge clears away the crumbs, leaving clean. the cookies go cold left out too long and only just staying soft. they are still good, with a subtle tang of orange when bitten. someone ventures… Continue reading crumb + cold + playful
the wind is chilly, sou'wester skimming in, fresh from ice and snow. tentative touch to the mirror - it's freezing, could shatter with pressure. outside, the concrete is slick with ice. the setting sun's easy to miss.
water drops gather on the window, spilling down, forming countless shapes. condensation forms inside, sympathy heart traced in, matching the shapes. the window's open, now, and the glass clears. the heart fades, looks half-broken.