Physics

Mary Tweed's proper figure is in shadow on the blackboard, she's got straight hair back in an elastic, she's briskly jotting figures, answers, codes, a whole wealth of possibilities, of physic options, on the board. chalk nimble in her long fingers, her curves and dashes hold me tight, locked on, and terrified, suddenly, of being … Continue reading Physics

Desert Son

Some hidden memory, of your time in the womb - your small thoughts flashing, dreaming of desert dancers and gyring dust. A soon to be birthing majnūn, A mum's janīn, the bitter surprising result of tousled sheets and nights with a nomadic bar back... The brooding, bastard boy - restless hands, like his father, curdled … Continue reading Desert Son

just this…

a brush of wind from above, off a swan's wings, a night flyer body blotting away the stars, it's leering down at us, knowing that we know how it took the maiden and rode her down the airs currents, chests hammering like cannons, a sudden, thrusting beak, drops of her blood speckling its length, then … Continue reading just this…