I’ll sit in one of these two green chairs. Two chairs. One me. (Again she’s here alone.) A plane draws a thin white line in the air. She drifts and dreams: and wonders who has flown.
Change; What’s Comfort
Climbing Down; The Death of Seraphim; Sex
Under her flowing silvered hair the chambers of her brain echo with strange voices from as far back as she can remember.
Suddenly, Something Cold; Unmarked Grave; Age-Related Macular Degeneration
I don’t know where my body is buried.
It left last night without leaving a note.
Autumn Lines
Verdure shifts into cranberry, pumpkin, corn-colored sparks and ascends into memory; rain-soaked bark
From Dust; If You Build It; Prints All Over It; Franchise; Spoor
The important question is the layout of the palace. I have no training and go about it all wrong, façade first. The thousands of curved balconies, arched windows – how to avoid cyclopean boredom?
Crooks
They dream too of his multitude of shoes for all terrains – bar the one he has to tread – and wishful readings of his mauled life take on one of their own, being young and hopeful and having futures.