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 moved on yet find yourself lost in the folds … Read More The Girl With The Rain- soaked Eyes
Month: April 2019
She 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
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 there’s a war. What’s this holy feeling pressing down … Read More Summer of ’51
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 your rose that makes your rose so important.” ― Antoine de … Read More aliceandmolly home
He 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.