Lenore

If the mirror isn’t lying, then I know I am faceless. I try to remember what I looked before, this word hangs around me like a fluttering of feathers. I know there is an answer, out there, somewhere, something knows who I am, and while it may seem an unsolvable mystery to me, the truth that can never be uncovered […]

Waterline

A frayed knot, water drips down its little threads. Hanging barely onto a tree branch, its tyre floats below, among little circlets of water, current not strong enough to pull it from where it’s always lived. Our names carved onto the tree tiptoe the waterline, a gust of wind and they’re submerged, calm returns and we resurface. It runs through […]