Seated at a roadside table Her knee pressed yours One timeless moment You can’t forget The girl with the rain soaked eyes. She holds sorrow as a mother holds a newborn babe Gently, softly And you are young again and safe In the arms of the girl with the rain soaked eyes. You’ll say you’ve […]
Read moreShe paints roses. I grow them. She listens to Julie. I listen to Kat. She favours lean prose. I toss word bouquets across the page. She’s a realist. I’m a hopeless romantic. My mother, her daughter. • Kat Edmonson • Julie London
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The San Joaquin Valley is an endless canvas. Fields of emerald stretch for miles. There’s a cow. Gone. Sheep drift and settle like clouds. Gone. Wind whips my face. Palm trees appear as if out of place. I inhale the sweet smell of citrus. California. Is this Heaven? I don’t believe in God. Somewhere else […]
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For the French girl or boy in you. Make a simple room diffuser. Choose a bottle or jar. Cut a few rose canes- it’s the perfect time to prune. Add condensed rose water to the bottle and several drops of rose essential oil. Wine and Baudelaire. ― “It is the time you have wasted for […]
Read moreHe was dying. My fingers laced his. “I love you,” he said. “I always have.” From his fog, he painted me six words. Six words that formed a scene of a child and a father. She reaches up. He reaches back. Six seconds on the blade edge of time.
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