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.
she's waiting by the computer, pacing, watchful, eyes trained on the screen. the email inbox, empty, stays clear - still nothing new comes in. she anticipates something, though she is unsure what she's looking for. under her feet, the floor is cold. an error pops up: blocked. message blocked, same as all the tries… Continue reading anticipate + explosion + blocked
the morning is dark, cotton-candy fog hanging over the city. through the fog, lights glow. well and truly entranced, i inhale the sweet air. someone is burning pine. as i get in the car, i wish you were here.
i dream of goals, place them in the parameters of my mind - watch them. leave them to gather rust and dust, visit rarely and dull. when they are achieved time to mark them off, take down the signifiers and move swiftly on. no looking back yet; no making time for regret. have… Continue reading dream + achieved + qualms
the plants are hidden, buried under years' worth of neglect, forgotten. to the edge of the forest, there's a small meadow, strewn with potted plants. every weekend they're tended, healed and replanted - the forest's back to life.
she collects pebbles until her hands are stiff. her fingers cramp up from inspecting them and her skirt pocket tears away under the weight. at home she tucks them into corners, glues them in place. tries not to breathe in the fumes. the leather satchel is torn, strips of material peeling away in places and… Continue reading vulnerable
A young woman is hunched over her computer. She alternates between taking her headphones off and slipping them on. There's an open Word document and she types fast, so fast that errors litter the page, a veritable written battleground. Squiggly red lines and littler green lines are everywhere. She doesn't pause to run corrections. Instead,… Continue reading Vignette (6)