tame + flower + simply

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.

the storyteller

you are not half the storyteller you imagine yourself to be. your stories are verbose, unfailingly tedious, formulaic. you drone; bluster and flail. (use one thousand words when a hundred  will do) and exaggerate so wildly that every story becomes a saga: wait while i get popcorn and a sprite. (could take a while) drag… Continue reading the storyteller


NaPoWriMo 14 (suitcase)

lay down the suitcase - time to pack up again. pack away all your ghosts; stuff your demons into the side pockets. label it with all your masks. (it's all the things you can't outrun) take the bag and go - pay any extra costs. (you may only offload one per city) and keep going.… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 14 (suitcase)

NaPoWriMo 13 (giggle)

no time for frivolity, she decides, and makes herself solemn. (needlessly so) she works hard, too hard, and comes home worn out. every day is sensible, responsible, doing all she thinks she should. one day she discovers a new interest. ferociously interested from the start, she works at it. when things go right, she giggles.

NaPoWriMo 12 (bedtime)

inversion - magic spell activates upon reaching the pillow. night, so total you can't see further than the end of your nose - engulfs you. senses deprived - hearing, however, is not. rain thrumming over the roof and darkness collide. the ideas flow in and peace is disrupted. nighttime musings commence. (the night is a… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 12 (bedtime)

NaPoWriMo 11 (newspaper)

the newspaper is dropped at the  doormat. - the person, gone before there's time to cross the hall. withdrawn - brought inside, headlines skimmed. (easier to just access and read online) shoved aside - balancing a wobbly table leg; strewn under an easel; keeping boots standing upright. no time to slow down, read over coffee.… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 11 (newspaper)

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)

NaPoWriMo 9 (green)

she palms the stack of green paper, freshly spit out of the ATM. counts it once, twice - all as should be and returns to the office. (it doesn't feel as heavy in her bag  as expected) she gets back and works longer days - one hour, two hours. it makes no difference to her.… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 9 (green)

NaPoWriMo 8 (superstition)

remember all the rituals i created? one: only ever drink coffee righthanded. (preferably on a monday, whilst wearing purple nail polish) two: only appraise your appearance in a broken mirror. (this way you have to learn to look past flaws) three: you need whimsy. (remember to keep doors unlocked, partially unscrewed: the better to usher in… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 8 (superstition)

NaPoWriMo 7 (tricky)

excavations begin, mining underway. digging deep to find you in the vestiges of old memory. it's trickier than anticipated. these files should be here, somewhere, but they're hard to locate. your indignation at this slight is not necessary. perhaps you should be here somewhere - you are not. eyes faded and voice little more than… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 7 (tricky)