The Snow Child

In the hushed caramel of dusk, a face puckered and pale against the ice cold pane watched the children, cheeks … More

Two-Headed Coin

You said you’d love me, till I lay cold in a box of walnut with silver handles; now I turn … More

she speaks in the way she moves her purr at my touch silences me

Rounded yellow eyes track movement up a wall, life’s short

standing out amongst the dawn chorus a lone Tui takes the solo

A new CD, the notes bounce across the carpet.

An envelope larger than the rest, familiar scrawl I’m not forgotten

yellowed pages from 1910 his words dislodge perception

Her brown eyes stare at the Y fork in the road. As he turns the car left, she’s back in … More

A carved rock stands sentinel. Wave upon wave of white tips, sharp and blinding to unprotected eyes send fingernail … More