Flat of palm, then fine-boned fingers break the mirror surface, beckon the creature below to let go its hold on the rough stone. Slowly its knobby arms open exposing the mouth to receive hand’s offering. That’s how it begins, the dance. Tentacle tips curl around pale...
They seem to be flying, their burquas black wings as they speed from one sand-colored house to the next, dark angels bringing light. They sit with the other women, faces uncovered. Don’t be afraid – it is your duty to vote, they tell themselves and each other. What is...
I refuse to plant mums or set them apron-prim in pots along my walk. What have they to say that hasn’t been said before? I prefer autumn’s tawdry mix of unkempt rows, sunflower’s swollen prose; stripped-down lilly’s arcs of green turned shadowy wisps; maple leaves’...
Driving back I’m behind a flatbed towing two snowmobiles whose flapping dark cloth fills me with delight – I saw they’d become robes of the Brothers whose voices were like wind chimes, who spoke gospel words as if they belonged in this world, not some other. There...
The sleek sculls, each with four rowers and a coxswain skim over the surface, multiple oars pulling the body, unexpected vision of effort in this culture of gentility and ease. I’m on a white-washed deck at my family home, everything kept on track these days by a...