He is leaning with his back against the twisted metal bars of the playground. Painted bright red and yellow, they are a mess of colour beneath his black jacket. White fluff drifts past my face. It drifts everywhere like snow; and I thought winter was over. But here is the white fluffy stuff of summer. […]
The grass is a tangled net—I think its trying to capture me. Don’t go there, that’s where the fairies are. They are trying to capture me. The sky is going blacker, clouding my eyes. I rub at them but they mist over in this muggy heat, blurring the bushes and roots. I run past a […]
Melodic wind sings to her from the edge of a pine soaked street of trees, but her dying glimmer is a ripple on the aching leaves, so they wait in cold contemplation bathing for hours in the milky liquid of the moon.
Swoosh out of the cold, dewy morning with the wet, damp grass that tickles his little feet. They land with a silent scratch upon the wooden floors. A dust-bunny tickles his nose, teasing him. He remembers the real bunnies outside, chewing their hay happily as the sun rose in a pinkish blur behind their big […]