a piece of morning

Morning approached with a sliver of silver over the trees. They looked at it and drank, their words spoken quietly, to no one in particular, to all of them, hushed but lyrical and somehow in tune with the growing birdsong that surrounded them. They sat on damp steps and felt no cold. Between words the [...]

in the middle of something

She looked at him. Her brows crinkled slightly, her eyes a question. They didn’t speak. She pushed her hair back and brought her knees up under her chin, stocking feet slipping between the cushion of the couch. He saw a small hole on the left shin of her jeans. He thought it an odd place [...]

Snippets II

The sun’s rays caught the dust in the gallery. It looked like mist, not light. He stepped and watched the particles’ eddies and currents swirl, affected by his movement for only a moment before taking their own course once again.
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The vivid horizon stood crisp against the sky, the hills and peaks sharp, the cumuli perfect. [...]

unmetered. not quite poetry?

Sat near Picardy
Loose ends frayed
There are sirens
A hint of the winter
just passed
Past?
Both.
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She’s two benches down
I smell her food
Grilled veg
She’s just a girl
sitting outside to eat
a late lunch or early
dinner
But she has food, and
I am hungry
I can smell her food over the diesel fumes wafting over from the roundabout,
over the scent of the city around me.
The [...]

Snippets I

It was not sunset, but the ghost of one. A faint, jaundiced orange painted the clouds towards the East, the skeletons of westward trees silhouetted without shadow, shadows themselves.
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The mist wept in the brightening dawn, its cold tears scattered on the moss and lichen that crusted the ruin’s stone. It was like walking in wet [...]

Imploring

Hi. Please help. I want people to comment. I want them to tell me when something’s dreadful, when it makes them laugh or smile. Or even, horribly, when it doesn’t affect them at all. A lot of what I want to achieve here depends on you, the reader, telling me what you think. Don’t be [...]

The Tree (a work in progress)

James poured the boiling water into the mug with the picture of a gorilla and squeezed the teabag with the back of a small spoon. Dark clouds swirled and spread from the bag throughout the steaming water, permeating it. He stared at this progression without thought. He stirred and then let go of the spoon, [...]

a new start

Hello. This is a new blog. I have two others: one a chronicle, the other a selection of tasting notes. This one is going to be different. This is going to be snippets of stories and ideas that may become stories. I might even write some poetry, if the spirit takes me.