Borders (Re)Imagined

New writing across genres and fictional worlds; a new voice in an increasingly writing world.

Liquid Congregation

Condensation on the glass, beading to run a rivulet down, down to join raindrops pooled and shuddering with each added brother, sister - congregation gliding along the outer frame. A hand she places, quick warmth glowing, growing outwards and she barks... Continue Reading →


Leaf Snow

A morning stroll through woodlands still dark, unblessed by light of dawn, and the birds are singing her welcome to their realm. Leaf snow falls upon her head, to her feet, joining pine cones and other debris to crunch beneath... Continue Reading →

Dead Battery

A string, a sound to touch the heart; a voice, a word that plays like a harp to sensibilities heightened, sharp, on edge even in the dawn-lit world.   It crackles.   With a whirl, a rush to catch-up with... Continue Reading →


She counted not silver in the palm of her hand; neither gold. But copper now her skin, stained fingertips from the scrounge for pennies; a tuppence. The hat, it held a mountain within - but precious metal ever lacked.  She... Continue Reading →

The Crow and the Toad

The crow was back. His beady eyes alert as ever, head - strangely bald, feathers pulled by some other bird perhaps - cocked to one side, the other: ever moving to keep her in sight. A hop forward and he... Continue Reading →


Breeze from beyond glass, window ajar, blows in scent of basil; so sweet, full of memory of then: when heat warmed skin, already golden from long days 'neath foreign sun; when food tasted better, simply by virtue of soil different, deliciously... Continue Reading →

Rules and Habits

In routine there was comfort, room to breathe - at intervals precise. A personal art, to design a day from end to end just so; an unfolding of self into rules and habits. Disruption, however, was thief of the very breath... Continue Reading →

The Stranger

Heads of fuchsia tremble, white and redly pendant blossoms swaying in and out of focus as she pretends not to watch the stranger beyond. Around these floral warning bells browning leaves rustle, marking the oncoming season; sounding the alarm that... Continue Reading →

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