illumination, 1.1 (150)

the ocean is still, electrified with the sunlight - sublime, it hurts to look at for more than a few seconds. i'm perched on a lookout point, binoculars in hand and sunglasses slipping down my nose so i can watch the forests. from here, the water is beyond sparkling; it's alive, as if it has… Continue reading illumination, 1.1 (150)

reflect + sidewalk

moonlight reflects through the window, blindingly white against the mirror.   sunlight reflects off the sidewalk, glittering and sparkling against lawns.   fluorescent lights glow in the dark of night, a gap - of bright mystery.

NaPoWriMo 20 (fog)

walking through the city: it's six a.m. on a chill winter day. fog abounds, i can't see more than thirty metres down the road. isolated - it's a public holiday. the cold brushes over me ignoring my fashionable jacket. the sky remains violet as one car swooshes past. gone, into the fog. disappearing in a… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 20 (fog)

shadow play

manipulating; light twisted, wrapped around an item like a gift. ----- watch them lengthen and drink the light: biting with fangs too old to go dull. ----- curled around you like a friend; they know how to hide insidious depths.

The Candle

The rasp of the match on paper is something I've learned with years of practice: angling my wrist and holding the match just so. It takes a moment - the candle is new, the wick hasn't yet been broken in - before the flame catches. It's tiny at first, quickly heightening as it traverses the length of… Continue reading The Candle