Nona was always a gracious host— Even after her knitted socks began to Resemble amorphous clouds of colour, Even after locks on doors lost their usefulness Much like the Volkswagen in her garage, Even when she began to call me by my Mother’s name, even after she lost her ability To go on evening walks … Continue reading Sunday Mornings
Close your eyes, make a wish. Bring back the scratching of quill on parchment, The streaming of sunrise over my shoulder while I prod a book. Quiet nights filled with guitar strums and humour, Sunny evenings of sipping tea with my soul sister. Maybe a fewer nights of staring into the lonely void, And a … Continue reading Dandelions
Roasted Pods, Filtered Decoction
My nose found it before my tongue. I shut my eyes and drank deeply, following it with a bite of rusk. I rolled over and landed with a thud. The morning I craved for existed countries away. In scorching hot steel tumblers.
Useless movie stubs, Chocolate wrappers. Faded old jeans. A broken toy car, a headless figurine. A snapshot from the good ol’ days, a painting of the autumn sunset The clock that never got fixed, the shards of a chandelier that once broke. Everything that had ever been within a foot’s distance from you has been … Continue reading Clutter