Category: prose

Rabbit Hole of Desire

March 24th, 2017

His hair coarse and dark, lifting from his scalp in surprised waves. Can I run my fingers through and forget about you? Turn my face to the new, unstuck with glue, hardened by days of neglect and contempt. A snail hides in its shell, its too soon to tell whether the spell has been broken […]

Pebble

November 14th, 2009

Pebble on my path, you trap my toe and make me question which way I am going. Pebble, you set me free – my fingers curl around your coolness, which sips the warmth of the sun. When I hold you, I am taken into a quiet place beyond myself. In and around myself, an openness […]

I write because…

October 9th, 2009

I write because when I write blood runs on to the page and forms rivulets that merge into an ocean. A sea – a jumble of words with all their twists, turns, curves and corners. Words that sit together comfortably like old grandmothers. Words that curl around each other, scaly like lizards’ tails. Words that […]

Following the Golden Thread

September 23rd, 2009

Swans glide, wings beat deep and wide – carving their migratory path through the south sky. Sparrows dive in the wind’s slipstream. Beaks pierce the clouds like the skin of a dream. Soap bubble floats up high. Round window of rainbow light. Tree branches finger the sun. At their feet, a thinker bends his mind […]

Quiet Spaces

June 20th, 2009

She sits, dipping into the quiet spaces that dwell between the thoughts – collage of sounds and pictures that clutter the cerebral walls. The quiet spaces – cool refreshing pools formed by the rainwater that falls, sometimes a trickle, sometimes a torrent, on the earth. Where the water falls, seeds planted lifetimes ago find nourishment […]

Flurry of Noise

September 24th, 2008

She looked down at her knees and sighed and cried and wished she were thin and that the birds outside would stop their whining. The leaves hung limp from the branches like discarded clothes. She tried to force a smile but her cheeks burned with misery and she could not remember how to turn the […]

The Pancakes

June 16th, 2008

“I’m going to go for the smoked salmon bagel, I think,” Maurice said smiling as he drummed his fingers lightly on the laminate table top. Betty smiled softly too, for that was what he always said when they came for Sunday brunch at Roni’s. And he’d have a filter coffee, an orange juice and end […]

She waited

February 2nd, 2008

She waited. As one can only do when one is alone and quiet. Waited for a story to come, for the last shrill tear of the seagull’s call. Waited for the final shred of warmth from the autumn sun’s rays. In the silent, stirring, yearning depths of herself an unheard song like a hushed whisper […]