Territory

via Daily Prompt: Territory The fields halt at the very border of this winding road, sharp and deep as a razor’s cut or phone call late at night. The deer will let you come within some thirty yards all told before a flicker of a tail is prelude to their flight.   Concrete bunkers in…

Finding Light

via Daily Prompt: Purple A narrow valley, pines, firs, larches and sycamores jostling for space. The path is soft and springy, the bones of a thousand fallen leaves that make you feel connected with the earth. Somewhere above is a rocky outcrop on which slumps an old ruin. The forest is so dense and dark…

Accepting the awful

Acceptance Can you cherish the awful times? Sit quietly and go to that sad place, that hard time, when the way out seemed almost to difficult to bear. Maybe it was the end of a romance, or a day that turned sour with a sudden accident, a mugging, a fight. Maybe it was slower and less…

Not a Prayer

via Daily Prompt: Minimal I wrote a message In the hospital chapel It just said ‘Thank You’

Warmed Snow

via Daily Prompt: Immerse Cold atop the mountain, we walked down to the valley and felt the heat of the summer, saw the clear river running across polished stones and sand , we thought to swim in the buckled land   The meltwater burnt like fire, shards of ice seemed to tear our flesh you leapt out,…

Three Swarms in Kärnten

via Daily Prompt: Swarm Massed on the platform We are in Klagenfurt, the place I was born. We have gone to my fathers’ old work – a watchmakers store just outside the old city. In that very European fashion the building the store is a part of has a large central courtyard. Here we meet an elderly lady…

Time is running out

via Daily Prompt: Quicken “You know everything.” My niece said that to me recently in response to some little conversation we had – the kind you have with 4 year olds who have that delicious curiosity about everything. Where does the wind come from? Why are bananas curved? Why is blue? The way she said…

Can you see me?

via Daily Prompt: Hideout We all make our deals with life, and choose where to draw the line. Some of us hide ourselves with makeup or muscles, containing our vulnerability in a shell of beauty and strength. Some of us dive into books, video games, writing, music. Sometimes we drink too much, smoke or take…

Grief or Mourning?

Grieving is in the spiralling of your heart when the phone rings and your mother tells you that she has something important to tell you. It is the hush of a hospital corridor as a doctor tells you about options, the lack of options, do you have any questions? ‘Pebblecrete’ walls and yellow tiles, green…

Volume

via Daily Prompt: Sound He always liked the television turned up too loud, so loud I  know the maximum volume is ’50’ and that the bar turns red, like the blood from his lungs that gathers in tissues, scattered across the small flat.   Hearing him try to cough out proliferated cells makes me want to…

Wonderment

Exiting the lift in the car park, raw concrete I see the light mound of snow on the railing and scoop some up in my hand and marvel at its insubstantial feeling combined with the bitter cold seeping into my skin. It is a rediscovery of a world I was born into. You saw me…

The Devil’s Millstone

Tremble I wanted to find the Devil’s Millstone in the hills of the buckled world, a place that I recalled fondly, a place of past. So I convinced you to come with me. We felt the air trembling at the crossroads, stood in a field of yellow faces and pondered, carried on, carpe diem cliche only because it is…