The And

He’d buried himself in deep, like a tick. He trapped me with his kindness, for washing my mouldy dishes that had sat in the kitchen for… I do not honestly know how long.


My Lady Of The Lake, Adieu

She arrived at our door late the night after New Year’s Eve, with one of the residents who’d come up with friends from the city to celebrate. When first I spied them, it was her frosted golden face I saw, eyes with a look of a bit of panic, and to her right our friend. […]


after her

she waited, you know, until the men had left and slipped away with just the women, taking deaths outstretched hand. and now, that she is ashes, and her stories told, and her boys have gone back home, once again he sits there on my velvet settee with our coffee i watch him surrender to the […]