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i caught my reflection in the french door on the way out to the kitchen; the scarlet of my dressing-gown and the angle of my stoop. from where i was standing it seemed like a ballerina bending to her point shoes, tying and re-tying those painful ribbons over cracked feet. the dancer blanched and then was swallowed by the glut of shameful light. -
baked meats
i can feel the leaves swirl restlessly about my feet. solaced by this simple design, this wild autumnal flash, i can forget my sorrow. it is grey here most of the time, -
gold
What’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted ( Read more... ) -
End
September 1 ( Read more... ) -
Red sky in the morning.
The twisted metal grew skywards piled on daily by a hundred strong men. Laxity had allowed his fingerprints to gather in odd, quiet corners where the dust lay. He’d arrived on the first morning with the others, been offered his hat though boots were not provided. There were men he sometimes talked to about his dogs. There was little else to say, ( Read more... ) -
the world's largest mirrorball
we walked quite a long way down the beach on saturday. there was something in the distance that we wanted to get a closer look at. i'd never been there before, at least not since i was a child and had no idea what it could be. the tide was completely in when we arrived and it had only just revealed a thin patch of damp brown sand. let's walk on the ( Read more... ) -
virgin mary blue
In the eighth month the heaviness pressed down and floored her sometimes. She’d been to the meetings where they told of the handful of butterflies that joyfully ran through them. She had no such sensation. She felt heavy as compost, layer upon layer of dirt and vegetable mass decomposing in her gut. In the dark room she sweltered, hotter with the ( Read more... ) -
monologue 1
Room 1: Grey Sunken Cunt ( Read more... )
