like a tea kettle

water drips down the side of the tea kettle as it fills under the tap, making a quick hissing  sound as it's placed on the stove-top to boil. the condensation forms fast, tiny water drops spilling over and slicing ribbons through the sheen of water. in the next room, she's talking. she hisses an emphasis… Continue reading like a tea kettle

tracing paper

the sketchbook is splayed across the table, thin gauzy papers stacked in a bundle several inches tall. the pages have worn smooth, soft, as if from years of being handled and rehandled; the cover stained with a coffee splash and various ink scribbles from testing pens. it's an imitation of paper at this stage, lightly… Continue reading tracing paper

a kitchen tale

i'm working through the kitchen cupboards, piling the tables high with ingredients and sifting through them to find the right combination. it was originally intended as a birthday cake, but then i realized i had got the month wrong - now, it's going to be a "just because" cake. actually, on reflection, cupcakes might work… Continue reading a kitchen tale

in transit

she's a wanderer. she leaves traces of herself everywhere that she goes, trailing bits of forgotten stories like silk scarves trailing on the wind - perfume hangs in the air when she exits a room, toothbrushes bought in bulk and left like some sort of dental gingerbread path. in the evening is her favourite time… Continue reading in transit


dawn cracks the sky open, bleeding pink and pale red over the horizon. sunlight blasts through every available space, beyond glowing, beyond luminous. light catches on my surroundings, setting everything alight, a harsh glare after the smooth dark of night. below my feet, concrete sparkles; all around me, glass is striking to the eye, confusing… Continue reading luminous

August Lies Ahead

It's getting on for 11 pm on the last day of July. You guys, where did the time go?! Tonight I was texting my friend and plotting things as I am wont to do, muttering dark things about The Perils of Writing Because You Can't Even Read a Text Without Looking For Subtext, Sarah. Or is… Continue reading August Lies Ahead