Inhaling life, exhaling stories, poetry, prose, flash or fusions. An imperfect perfectionist who writes and recycles words. I write because I love how it feels to make ink patterns & form words, like pictures, on a page.
- Runner-Up in After the Parade Challenge
Cardboard ManRunner-Up in After the Parade Challenge
I saw him only last week, through triangles of bunting, triangles like the patterned patches Mum sewed on my jeans to cover-up rips. He looked straight at me; his gaze pierced balloon-bouquets and wanton streamers to reach me—I see you looking—and he stripped me naked—of my Pride, of my uniform. I saw him that day, on the ground, when the party bokeh-blurred, when clouds, curious, watched their rainbows extend down to join the heady revelry. Hope painted the canvas of celebration, a kaleidoscope of jubilation. Colours flashed in abundance, dizzying with their final release at this long-awaited party. Sequinned harlequins waved painted nails above couples making out, above gyrating hips of dancers lost in music. I asked him then, ‘are you here for the parade?’ He answered, ‘parade?’ I pass his way every day now, but I don’t know why exactly.
- Runner-Up in From Across the Room Challenge