The midsummer sun meant an extra long day, and she and Horse had easily traversed the rocky field, pausing at the liminal space where diamond-sharp stream burst through dense curtain of darkest forest; they would not enter at night. Continue reading
Time 5
The rocky field lies still, cut open by glacial streams, edged by heavy forest. Further north, mountains beckon, tops occluded in weeping clouds. Continue reading
Time 4
Bubble wrapping, packing in boxes
Rare books, heirloom china,
Pictures and paintings and chips of memories. Continue reading
Time 3
When I was a kid
A growly teen
Exhausted, I hated your snore
Squashed together in the bow
On overnight sail trips
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Time 2
A fog-locked boat, lost in Superior shipping lanes,
Radar reflectors hung high on mast and wide on boom,
Churns in a stomach-grinding corkscrew of wave.
You haven’t eaten for weeks. Continue reading
Time
After a decade of attempted stops,
Dangerous actions to hasten the end,
I need you to dial it back from ten to three.
Because this time, it’s real. Continue reading
Citronella (Parts 1-3)
© Ayr/Gray
Citronella (Part 1)
Citronella leaned over the balcony and sighed, staring down at the village parti-gras. Before, she’d been content to lean on the iron parapet, separate from the mad goings-on below. Before, she’d been satisfied with her mother’s witchy warnings of the dangers of joining the sweaty rabble. Before, she’d felt empowered by her choice of who she’d let climb her long, golden braid to the top floor. She’d lived there for as long as she could remember.
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