My thanks to Beate Sigriddaughter for including my poem 'The Garden of Earthly Delights' on Writing in a Woman's Voice.
Showing posts with label ekphrasis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ekphrasis. Show all posts
Thursday, June 25, 2020
Monday, April 27, 2020
Keeper
My thanks to Michael D Grover for including 'Keeper, From Life' in the Museum of Poetry.
This poem was written as part of my research for the graphic biography of Mary Taylor. I was almost derailed by my distraction with Miss Emily B's work.
This poem was written as part of my research for the graphic biography of Mary Taylor. I was almost derailed by my distraction with Miss Emily B's work.
Friday, January 16, 2015
In press
My Puschcart Prize nominated story "Deep Sea" has been nominated for inclusion in the forthcoming Queen's Ferry Press Best Small Fictions of 2015 Anthology.
My sincere thanks to Blue Fifth Review editors, Sam Rasnake and Michelle Elvy.
My sincere thanks to Blue Fifth Review editors, Sam Rasnake and Michelle Elvy.
Thursday, January 1, 2015
Deep art
I'm delighted to have my Pushcart nominated flash "Deep Sea" published in Blue Fifth Review. My sincere thanks to Nazifa Islam, whose art provided the inspiration and title for my piece, and to editors Sam Rasnake and Michelle Elvy for giving me a lovely end credit to 2014 and an optimistic start to 2015.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Not too tight
‘When we’re secure.’ The knot’s too tight.
A bright red double decker hisses, honks to a stop. The
top’s missing, full of tourists. Here is
the church, here the steeple. Look
inside. Hunter stops tugging at his tie, gives me his dog carried from the
battlefield look. ‘We’ve only been here a month, another, few, we’ll be set.’
He pulls the curtain.
‘I’m late.’
‘Me too. Don’t make dinner.’ The door doesn’t bang.
*
Hunter’s
back when the street’s quiet. He hands me a bag, flicks the light on.
‘Art & Antiques,’ cover, Paperweight, 1987, Beverly Hallam: blue and silver glass the size
of a tennis ball, plus a vase of white flowers holding down shadows of blinds
guillotined by sunlight. I drop it on the bedside.
*
‘Let me.’ Hunter takes the sheets. ‘Cheer up – look on
the table.’
It’s the wrong colour and the light goes right through
it.
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June is National Flash Fiction Month for New Zealand. This piece is for the Aotearoa Affair Blog Carnival's celebration of flash fiction: Across Borders. Thanks to Dorothee Lang and Michelle Elvy for including it.
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