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Borders (Re)Imagined

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

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 →

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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 →

Copper

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 →

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 →

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 →

The Tell

The crow swoops, beak open and beady eyes gleaming; with a caw - loud, harsh - she descends, smug, confident in her position. But she has a tell. A tell? A tell? Pray, tell what? - Well, despite this self-belief,... Continue Reading →

Forgotten

Forgotten volume, red leather binding faded with age and film of dust, swept through by a fingertip; ling'ring in a memory of a grandfather's lap and the heat of a fire by beslippered feet, dogs slumb'ring nearby, and the deep... Continue Reading →

The Decision

Birdsong raised to fever pitch, cacophony almost, the need to run with covered ears crawling along her veins, begging her to go - just go! - before she breathes, notices the flowers, the clichéd beauty, but it's there; it's air... Continue Reading →

Hands of Youth

Eager fingertips squeeze buds so quickly aged, nails pinching into brown petals, scattering black and shiny beetles, so many a cloud, near-swarm, of insects springs for safety from curious hands, mud-streaked skin backdrop to spray of vernal colour, rainbow hues,... Continue Reading →

Visage Ghost-Like

Visage ghost-like, near one with the mist cloying to skin, to hair, to silken clothes and fair blossom there, budding early in vernal season, bewitched by promise of sun to heat to bloom - full and fragrant - Earth and... Continue Reading →

Feathers

Exhalation, an outward breath to lift feathers pendant, overhead - decoration natural to webs cloyed with dreams.  She breathes, still half in, half out of sleep unsweet. Her brain awakens into thought, eyes admiring the framed bird, sketch birthed before... Continue Reading →

String Player

Strings played with passion, elation of masochistic edge pressed into skin - expression, impression physical of artistry, music of the spheres. Her heartbeat elevates. Each painful shift pleasures, keens interpretation. Her body responds, relaxes into performance of the piece, audience... Continue Reading →

Golden Host

Bud blooming into brilliance with a scream from the overpassing jet - Mother Nature the womb from which such vibrant yellow is birthed, again and again - it stretches towards the light in silence. The nature poet 'twas who wrote of... Continue Reading →

Priestess of petals

A priestess of petals was how she felt once a week, tending to the vases, their flowers and their leaves, deadheading those too far gone, decapitating still those with colour enough for a plated table display. An artist of ritual she... Continue Reading →

Stargazer

Inhalation sweet, the vape with in-drawn breath she tastes. A pause elongated, relished: society's preferred alternative to smoke, and gateway to another world. Her daddy used to call her stargazer.  In a haze, her mind travels back to the days of... Continue Reading →

The Hyacinths

The hyacinths were blue. Though she'd specifically said, made it firmly known, that her preference was for a pink bunch (how wonderful to be able to buy bunches of the spring bloom, rather than waking bulbs in overpriced pots that... Continue Reading →

Frost Child

Was told by mother not to stare, stand too close to that outside world so bare beyond the icy glass, glare of sun strengthened by its chill effect. He listened never, weathered her wrath come from frustration. And then he... Continue Reading →

Creature – A Verse Portrait

At the table she sits and plots. In callused hands she rests her face: bloated with ego and desire (and one or two alcoholic jots); creviced with lines of time and crimes innumerable. She lifts the glass, grimaces, and sighs... Continue Reading →

The Crows

With feathers of black, the crow swoops, agitated by the sight just outside his treasured nest. Head bobbing, with a crick of scrawny neck, he hops with purpose, claws skittering over the gritty earth. And stops. With a caw, he opens his... Continue Reading →

10 Books by Polish Women Writers That Should Be Translated [External Article]

If you’re a fan of foreign literature, there’s nothing more frustrating than having such a passion tempered by the inability to find translations of particular books. And when it comes to Polish books in translation, it’s like trying to find... Continue Reading →

Are You an Echo? The Lost Poetry of Misuzu Kaneko [External Article]

“The flower shop man dreams of happiness for the flowers he sold.” The poems of Taisho era writer Misuzu Kaneko (née Teru, 1903-1930) have become the subject of a new children’s book. Are You An Echo? is the creation of... Continue Reading →

5 Korean Books That You Should Be Reading Right Now [External Article]

It’s thrilling to hear that South Korea is becoming a more prominent player on the global literary scene.  As a fan of Japanese literature, this expanded acceptance of an Eastern written culture quite different from the West’s standards is heartening... Continue Reading →

Lost in Translation: 6 Female Japanese Authors Whose Work Should Be Available in English [External Article]

Translation has been around forever, yet, since the Man Booker International Prize was established in 2005 and the Man Asian Literary Prize introduced in 2007, the state of literature in translation in English-speaking countries has been improving rapidly. That said,... Continue Reading →

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