At a party, on Weston Street: Continue reading “Aluminium.”
The defining moment was when I’d been to the grocer to pick up a treat – oranges with my last $2 – why not spend your last two in style. Continue reading “Work.”
She was the 101st piece to my puzzle. Continue reading “Untitled.”
I’m standing over the stove, reflecting. The soup of pumpkin and celery and chickpeas is boiling away. Continue reading “Kitchen.”
Father’s remains now lay in a cigar box. It was the only thing we had on us that day. Continue reading “Untitled.”
The mortar of culture.
Marvellous, mischievous and exhilarating. Continue reading “The mortar of culture.”
Your lady Alice and my lady Pearl. Two golden haired sisters in an adult world. Continue reading “Sisters in an adult world.”