Borders (Re)Imagined

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



Bovine Eyes

Buttermilk beige heifers lowing, gathered, herded in a field; fence to separate from grass greener the other side, out of reach, even from rose pink tongues.  Bovine eyes long large for freedom. Udders hang heavy, no calves anymore to suckle.... Continue Reading →


Not Stellar, But Vital

Veins - roadmap present and past, not stellar, but vital those fluids there within. Scarlet a hue incomparable, given potency of ancestors.  Unwritten but known this burden of continuation of the line in life. Violet blue a trickle under pallid... Continue Reading →


Empty space - pressing silence of the voided brain, numb from quotidian ennuyeux.  Salvation in a pen, a pointed piece of lead even (outlet for the sparks, electrical creative impulses flying, leaping to the page to soothe the spirit weakened... Continue Reading →


Birds sway aloft in branches insubstantial, at tree's peak, a leaf-barren perch now that Summer has faded to a frost. Black bodies but little shadows, winter ready, rippling against bleak canvas of clouds - grey, now white, and mixed with... Continue Reading →

Fallen Capital

Head detached from yet verdant stem, recumbent on granite cold in the peace of morn. Sight strange to behold, still discombobulated from sleep, by dreams. Picks up the fallen capital and a petal peels to caress, before nails pinch into skin... Continue Reading →

Love-Hunt the Darkness Out

Stray glance of light through dense overhang of foliage and the sudden shimmer of hope dances off dew drop remnants from dark veil of night, reminds her of eyes a verdant amber - bright, so bright when he looks at... Continue Reading →


Dark pool of black coffee surface glass in which to gaze and see the past - circles rippling in a mug jogged atop rickety table strewn with crumbs of yesterday's breakfast, and his yawn irritates because she knows she should have... Continue Reading →

Garden of England

Oh, garden of England... Low-hung clouds a soft caress to tree-topped hills brush over high, proud breasts of verdant boughs; willow's waves reminiscent of Pre-Raphaelite locks swaying in the ever-more-violent breeze... The seasonal prelude to winter brewing to blow from... Continue Reading →

Heart of All

Feet to pavement pounding to a rhythm set to stereo blasting - vicious strains of rapper white shouting out his false-sung plight, tight within a language not his own - and as sound of hooded youths recedes it is replaced... Continue Reading →

No Body Could Enter In

She knew his face. Not just the face that stood on the corner, watching; but the face that stood in the corner, watching while she slept. She knew this couldn't be, locked her doors once, twice, then three - no... Continue Reading →

Twigs for a Dove

Rain had come in the night, but the leaves of the potted olive tree it hadn't dared touch beneath the wooden overhang - a shield to keep autumn away from summer's symbol; living, breathing emblem of the fields of Italy. ... Continue Reading →

After All That

After the hours, the moments too many deep in waiting, deep in longing; and after the pain from nights stretched taught with uncertainty, chest tight (so tight) with anxiety - after all that, breath is shallow, pallor drained from a brain... Continue Reading →


Juice of stone fruit runs down her wrist; her tongue licks at the sweet trail, elbow to palm, and his eyes staring into hers as his own tongue traced a more delicious path flashes across memory. She starts, body electric;... Continue Reading →


Eye lashes caked with dust and tears, booted feet forward step leaving behind the years she stayed; she survived. Throat burnt dry, lips parched cracked she struggles on, skin slick with grimy sweat, a drop of which makes a slow... Continue Reading →

Cala Lilies

Every body a shadow causes.. The sluggish thought mind still numb with recent pain mulled over, eyes red rimmed (one with blood vessel popped and pooled) and watching the light flicker and dance behind curtains still drawn to keep strangers'... Continue Reading →

The Unleashing

She was in the middle of a chromatic phrase when the news came.  Hand stilled over the fingerboard and bow drooped, the phone's shrill scream piercing her ears for a moment or two in discord with the piece she'd been... Continue Reading →

Nothing More Painful

Finger opened with a papercut that oozed the colour of the poppies bleeding over the book unopened beside the offending tome. Its dry words - displayed, revealed still - insipid black and white remained while her blood dotted pale blue... Continue Reading →

Black / White

Green the hue imbued with peace for her soul; verdancy rustling in a morning breeze. Grey the skies as canvas for birds in forward flight, to their unique freedom ever moving. Pale she stands, her feet here remain, sunk deep... Continue Reading →

Tonight They’d Listen

Rain brought a melancholy. Just like that music, he'd said, laying together in sheets still warm - blissful buffer against outside; knowledge that something so right to feel could be so wrong to do. She watched the rain now, longed... Continue Reading →

Waking Snapshot, Eyes Closed

A fingertip twitching on her pillow case of white linen is the first sensation she awakens with. Next, that particular clear light of morning, shining with luminous pressure onto and through eyelids determinedly shut against it.  Such thin membrane could... Continue Reading →

Colourless Knight

It started in her gut, that dull ache that held a breath - pendant, waiting - just behind the ribs.  Pain spreading like a thick oil over bones visible just beneath the skin.  Fear gripped her: body, mind, all. It... Continue Reading →

Sad Feathered Song

Birdsong penetrates through the roof - slates no shield against such power in music beautiful, a natural magic - bursts to a brain still in slumber and there converts to dreams more active thoughts played out unawares in a mind... Continue Reading →


In the wind, warmer now summer days aren't far beyond the month's approaching close, in the wind she hears a whisper, words of a wisdom once sought long ago in the luxuriously drawn out days of her childhood - so... Continue Reading →


How many times - hands open, palms upwards - like this? Frequency shameful, cheeks burn and tremor passes, detested with self. A weakness passed down from parent to child condemned to history parallel. Blood may be tinged with exotic, but... Continue Reading →

Long-Used to Emptiness

The rain she'd not have felt if wind hadn't awoken skin to touch - sensation closed off from dermis long-used to emptiness of caress - pale flesh goose-pimpled at the cold recollection of his departure. She shivers, teeth clamped shut... Continue Reading →

Eye to Eye

Eye to eye yet connection lost in discourse fluid, 'tween contemplating collective versus singular - oh, to not return to that, personage unconnected. Disconnected too, amid the throng, thinking over much not on link ocular - or perhaps rare attraction... Continue Reading →

Immoveable Stains

A chipped mug on small table's edge - too close, might fall - a remnant from times lit brighter, lighter than now, the coffee cold; heart the same.   Were it to fall, shards wouldn't be as sharp as the broken... Continue Reading →

Listen to the Void

Snow was falling - trying to fall.  Merely dust-like beyond glass splash painted with dried grime of rain. A futile white wash on a world grey with fatigue, blue-hued from screens ever on.  Cloud-covered skies, minds veiled in electricity -... Continue Reading →

Life Drawing

An object for an hour, she was used to being watched: admired, feared; distracted by and studied. But most of all drawn. The sound of pencil on paper, the raspy smudge of a thumb through graphite or urgent rub of... Continue Reading →

The Knowing

After the rattle of the train journey, the pace of the city streets - so much faster than that of those in the country - brought a comforting anonymity to her progression to the bar. Here, she could be who... Continue Reading →

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