9Dec 2012 “Baby, you’re gonna be a star!” Pause. Rewind. “Don’t worry about a thing. Baby, you’re gonna be a star!” Pause. Rewind. “…and we won’t look back. Don’t worry about a thing. Baby, you’re gonna be a star!” Pause. Rewind. She’d been doing this for hours. The same scene, over and over. Classic… Continue reading Pause, Rewind
2Jun 2012 My Grandfather Skogen was in a band. My brother blames him for he and our sister and I (and mum, in her way) being ‘too nice’, but I think that was just a good thing we were given: a place to grow kind. He was also well-known as a horse breeder, and in… Continue reading Music Passed Down
22Dec 2011 If one should take a meeting with the CEO and founder of the Streitenfeld group- and if One is Anyone, one likely will – one might notice a woman in the corner, with Snow White’s colouring and Audrey Hepburn’s style. Then again, one might not notice, because said woman is sitting still and… Continue reading The Stained-Glass Puzzle Lady
13Nov 2011 I’m working on my Red Hood, tonight. I found a lovely little girl’s coat, the softest fur you could imagine! It’s going to line the cloak’s edges, and the hood. I have always wanted a lovely hood, lined with scrumptious plush! If I have enough left over (as I am dearly hoping) I… Continue reading down in fogharty’s cove
Wed, 07 Sep 2011 23:09:25 +0000 The needle flashed in the late afternoon light, shuttering up and down as Shulie’s hands moved the dark fabric under the machine’s foot with her hands. The foot and needle both caught the light and glinted, while the black corduroy fabric seemed to swallow up the light. Black, black,… Continue reading Sword, Ring, Needle
Tue, 19 Jul 2011 18:45:02 +0000 I wrote this as a song for 50/90, a brilliant songmaking community that really deserves its own post. I worked on the song a good few days, only to realise that it really kinda stood on its own as a poem of sorts. I am no poet, but occasionally… Continue reading Summer Song
9 May 2011 This little bit of microfiction didn’t start out that way. In fact, it didn’t start out as anything at all. You see, I’ve recently gotten a little Android tablet, mostly for pulling up Ukelele chords and recipes in the kitchen, and other such fun stuff. I was just playing about with it,… Continue reading Blood and Sand
Sun, 29 Aug 2010 08:11:31 +0000 night at the end of august dusty road in dirty summer the sweaty path to the end of salad days and we grow sour too, over-ripe youth (fruit of love mashed between our hungry pearls) turn to wine, ferment and drop sweaty shoulders and first-kiss sour and sweet smoke… Continue reading night for an august eve
29 Aug 2010 “I want a bitter girl and a cheeky boy and a night with fireworks just after a dance in a decade when everyone thinks the world is about to end. “ I. No-one past graduation thought it was worth a damn, but the fireworks were going ahead. Important to keep morale up,… Continue reading Microfiction: A Night with Fireworks
The Premise: “I want a bitter girl and a cheeky boy and a night with fireworks just after a dance in a decade when everyone thinks the world is about to end. “ I. No-one past graduation thought it was worth a damn, but the fireworks were going ahead. Important to keep morale up, the… Continue reading a night with fireworks
