Flash Fiction July, 28 The walls have ghosts, it's the first thing she notices when she moves in. The manor is square, all clean sharp lines and matching geometry. Symmetry, to the point that if a light in the west wing flickers a light in the east. The walls talk, she's sure of it, and… Continue reading Wanderings


NaPoWriMo 10 (misplaced)

i have misplaced myself. have you seen me around somewhere? i am the shadowy figure you think you hallucinate. (mainly on a darkened evening; tea poured, the light has nothing better to do than trick you) yes, that's me - the lost wanderer skimming through cobbled rainy streets before you get the chance to remember… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 10 (misplaced)

Poetry 101 Rehab: Found

i am the finder. every so often i come across you quite by accident. i never look for you: i quit after that one incident. (you remember the one? not easy to forget) then again you're not easy to forget. you make patterns; you are predictable and lead me to you. i don't even have… Continue reading Poetry 101 Rehab: Found

The Hidden Road

I'm not generally one to get lost. I can navigate myself around quite well. Give me street names and landmarks and if I'm familiar with the area I can deliver you to the door, if I'm so inclined.So this one time, I found out about a bookstore. I guess you'd call it a 'mom and pop… Continue reading The Hidden Road