All you'd wanted was a normal conversation, which was steered south by my choice of navigation,, sending us away from 'catching up' to 'giving up,; casting us into troubled seas where we had to talk in a storm, and our voices raises as the signal started to fade in the bad weather and the rain,... Continue Reading →


The Drumming of Hooves (Flash Fiction)

We watched the yellow horses’ stream down the hillside in a landslide, while the kettle boiled downstairs at half-speed. Your sister waited for it to cool, crying blue tears onto the tablecloth adorned with bearded Vikings. They were holding hacksaws and wearing black. The horses stopped in single file at the first step of your... Continue Reading →

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