tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85010193603031683592023-11-15T14:42:09.484+00:00Meanwhile,Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828830629560736586noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501019360303168359.post-32837072647146172622011-08-02T23:21:00.000+01:002011-08-02T23:21:29.356+01:00the auditorium steamed.<br />
<br />
A thin man writhed, his shadow a huge, shifting thing.<br />
<br />
"It's murder," he sang, as he waged war on us all<br />
<br />
with an explosion of drums, <br />
<br />
a huge, roiling gong <br />
<br />
and a sneer.Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828830629560736586noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501019360303168359.post-12731691356547483562011-07-29T13:19:00.000+01:002011-07-29T13:19:18.243+01:00a drill bores wormholes.<br />
<br />
Silence collapses.Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828830629560736586noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501019360303168359.post-90098596312312195732011-07-27T20:10:00.001+01:002011-07-27T20:23:44.811+01:00orange algae bloom toxicly in the shallows.Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828830629560736586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501019360303168359.post-78130337434619613892011-07-26T22:07:00.000+01:002011-07-26T22:07:42.575+01:00my new man<br />
<br />
has turned my kitchen cupboards upside down.Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828830629560736586noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501019360303168359.post-83323593250695732302011-07-25T19:47:00.000+01:002011-07-25T19:47:41.324+01:00strange, tubular jellyfish,<br />
<br />
or ghostly eels:<br />
<br />
dodgy strip lights strobing overhead.Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828830629560736586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501019360303168359.post-51693406113843738832011-07-24T17:46:00.000+01:002011-07-24T17:46:14.018+01:00we crunch through burned brush to the brow of the hill. The secret valley lies below: the lake at its centre, its two hills steep and spread thick with heather.Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828830629560736586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501019360303168359.post-73254584167496523372011-07-23T19:36:00.000+01:002011-07-23T19:36:09.764+01:00a boy bounces on a trampoline.<br />
<br />
He closes his eyes,<br />
<br />
inhales,<br />
<br />
tastes the air with his fingers.Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828830629560736586noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501019360303168359.post-11249118857263294522011-07-22T12:40:00.000+01:002011-07-22T12:40:24.539+01:00the travel guide sidles closer on the table, <br />
<br />
flirts,<br />
<br />
curls its soft cover toward my hand.Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828830629560736586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501019360303168359.post-88074905911572722622011-07-21T12:46:00.000+01:002011-07-21T12:46:40.368+01:00a cat steps carefully into the depths of the overgrown flowerbed. <br />
<br />
The long grass shivers in her wake.Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828830629560736586noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501019360303168359.post-42046232342469637872011-07-20T19:52:00.000+01:002011-07-20T19:52:58.746+01:00the television is blank and silent.Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828830629560736586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501019360303168359.post-41844706312667718392011-07-18T20:47:00.000+01:002011-07-18T20:47:47.449+01:00reading an old book about bees, the fragile pages glow dark and golden. <br />
<br />
I fall asleep and dream of honey.Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828830629560736586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501019360303168359.post-11547357584762642492011-07-17T21:13:00.000+01:002011-07-17T21:13:42.765+01:00cows move in tight formation against the sheet rain,<br />
<br />
pulling themselves through the grass by the mouth.Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828830629560736586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501019360303168359.post-64455389697371915872011-07-15T18:56:00.000+01:002011-07-15T18:56:07.070+01:00cacti bulge from white plastic pots.<br />
<br />
Firm, ridged flesh, velvet buds.<br />
<br />
A forcefield of thorns.<br />
<br />
Alien beings with vicious eyelashes.Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828830629560736586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501019360303168359.post-68378527771464482472011-07-13T22:45:00.000+01:002011-07-13T22:45:58.759+01:00we've not walked down this path for days.<br />
<br />
The magnolia's leaves brush close to greet us.Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828830629560736586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501019360303168359.post-51732658313620094902011-07-06T13:28:00.000+01:002011-07-06T13:28:55.242+01:00at the derelict pool, I remember<br />
<br />
Mum's silly cozzie with conical, comical cups.<br />
<br />
Tony's white bum, trunks floating away.<br />
<br />
The life gods.Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828830629560736586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501019360303168359.post-28474471036435678702011-07-05T11:36:00.000+01:002011-07-05T11:36:14.343+01:00there are hippies in Vegas. Dickie tummies, lost tickets.<br />
<br />
Neat, looping script at ninety degrees.<br />
<br />
Soft, tanned hands, turning pages.Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828830629560736586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501019360303168359.post-77343537700428543192011-07-04T07:42:00.000+01:002011-07-04T07:42:43.737+01:00<span lang="EN">my fingers read his palm.<br />
<br />
Soft hills, deep, clear valleys.</span>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828830629560736586noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501019360303168359.post-26222535453844862782011-07-03T10:01:00.003+01:002011-07-03T10:44:45.248+01:00<span lang="EN">this beach is leaving an impression on the soles of my feet.<br />
<br />
Popping candy shingle spangles.</span>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828830629560736586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501019360303168359.post-17397770278839449012011-07-02T00:05:00.000+01:002011-07-02T00:05:44.717+01:00<span lang="EN"><span lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a girl stands, waist deep in flat sea.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She is wearing her red school jumper.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Her little sister watches from the shallows.</span></span></span>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828830629560736586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8501019360303168359.post-63986528857158926452011-07-01T00:00:00.000+01:002011-07-01T00:00:21.776+01:00<span lang="EN" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">a deaf-blind woman is being spoken to. <br />
<br />
She is gazing at the inner workings of her hands and wrists. <br />
<br />
Her eyes are phosphorescent.</span> </span>Angelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02828830629560736586noreply@blogger.com0