15 posts tagged with "writing"

You wave
at everyone.
usually goodbye,
sometimes hello.

If I had slept ten minutes, I had slept a lifetime.

Barlow beams as the escapement begins to rotate. His workshop is laced with tobacco and damp and the fading scent of industry.

Breakfasts in Cirebon are simple. Sickly sweet Coco Crunch with milk that never tastes quite right. On the humming fridge, three-quarters of the way up, is my first drawing, a cat with a jet engine for legs, crudely rendered in blue and red felt tip.

A solitary gull
arced over stone,
mimicked
by a white vessel
far above and away
which could not flap its wings.