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Borders (Re)Imagined

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

Basil

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 →

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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 →

Notes

Crumpled bits of paper -  their purpose crushed in a singular fist.  The necessary, the desired; hopes and dreams intermingled with the humdrum. All discarded; all done with. She regarded the growing pile: would she remember their contents in a... Continue Reading →

Awakening

Sheets tangled, intertwined with feet, skin thus clothed and unclothed by fabric and the cool air of the morning. Room an awakening  to the night just passed, only remnant the glass  his lips had touched.

Leaf Shadow

Frail leaf, even its shadow trapped, imprisoned in the tangled web, aided by bodiless breeze - useless. The sun rises further; leaf quivers on into dust. The lady smiles.

Summer Fruit

Lips swollen, she bites into the soft red flesh, juice and seeds dribbling down her chin, her neck; the summer fruit still held in a poised hand, colour offset by cherry nails just done. Heat of the midday hour presses... Continue Reading →

The Faces

The faces crowd round, calling, laughing; there, by the bed.  Some, overhead. Faces, teeth bared; discoloured  reveal of white a sign of malintent.  These ghoulish masks, these snarling beasts: nocturnal memory, night's rehash of her waking hell these days. The... Continue Reading →

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