Monthly Archives: January 2019

Amity

The old letters. A slender pile bound with a raffia string. Where expressions are droll and careful. The quiet discourse. The slant of the night-lamp across the page. I, writing with an exploratory hand. You, answering my movements as nobody else ever had. Where the hours are small, I am at home, the crickets listing […]

Missive

The wind breathing its bushfire breath Hour upon hour outside the window The starting and starting And again starting of a new letter The shape of emotions coursing through, then retreating from, The lines over and over, as A tributary sucks from and pours into A river its cloudy turmoil The inward labouring of fear […]