Slow Mo

Clad in faded jeans and a checkered flannel, where green and blue travelled in straight lines, his paisley cravat was an odd sight with its curled wisps of purple; reminiscent of years of yore when gentlemen sported ebony canes and shiny black top-hats that they tipped up slightly in greeting before settling down to sip whisky while ladies flipped tiles, busy at games of mahjong.  Continue reading “Slow Mo”

Plotting

He wondered what to grow in the small plot he’d turned over.  It was a pleasant sight, clods of dirt mounded up in tidy squares; he watched worms wriggling as he gulped water, splashed his sweaty face.  The sun had long since burned away all dew, it was on fire. Continue reading “Plotting”

Humming Bird

I met a girl
Clothed in emerald green
A red scarf sparkling around her shoulders
She flashed by careening,
One second cartwheeling and humming,
Another second her nose in a book,
She came hovering over,
All the while her fingers moved
Plying a needle and thread
Through roses. Continue reading “Humming Bird”

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