Les Sauvages by K. MacMichael The messenger’s face crumples, recoils, and confuses. He stammers a… but... but… The thing is held between royal finger and thumb, then thrust into the nearest minister’s palm, wrappings dropping to the palace floor. The messenger turns, heels flying across parquet. The minster gazes at the thing, mind refusing to … Continue reading Les Sauvages (a tiny horror story)
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These aren’t haiku
Doorknob reflection square colours that travelled far black hole round centre Shibumi surprise effortless state of grace yet such a silly face Birds dart from bush in snow – refocus – small black cat wanting to get home
Poem bloopers
One little poem without a name - So much salt and sun last year's $5 water dish cracks spilling offering third time out this year dogs passing by keep panting. A second even littler poem without a name - Why should I listen to the fashion advice of you, who wears that hat? And a … Continue reading Poem bloopers
The endings and the beginnings
Not that long ago I encountered a magazine -or perhaps it was a contest - which asked entrants to make sure they'd put a "30" at the end of their story, so their readers could be sure where the story ended. I was delighted that this journalistic tradition continues, and was very happy to comply. … Continue reading The endings and the beginnings
Maybe (a poem)
It’s six o’clock which is not early but it is not late and I am awake The rooster down the street who still might be a hen anyway no one has turned them in it’s crowing again Dawn has already arrived the sky is already quite bright in the distance I can hear work trucks … Continue reading Maybe (a poem)
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