“And I wish I had known him when he was younger Before he had exchanged his smile for a mask I would have begged for a ride on his motorcycle The one he left in pieces on the dirt floor of a wooden shed.”
Once upon a time, two children planted a Lilac bush. Inch by inch the bush grew taller until it towered over the garden. In spring, the blossoms bowed, heavy with rain. “Come play.” Lost in time, the children crept behind a wall of heart shaped leaves and bloom, playing until contented from perfume. Hands shook the branches, feet crushed the errant petals. “A path … Read More
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
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.
“Children should be seen, not heard.” She says it once, her voice stern. I notice the lock of hair that falls loose and softens her face, a strand I want to touch yet dare not. My grandmother’s hands are clasped, hiding her fingers. Fingers that will never touch my cheek or stroke my hair. A cup of tea waits to be sipped. Fortunately for … Read More
And sometimes you forget the sun will shine the seasons will change sad times won’t last and you- you will always have my hand to hold
“People don’t think as you do.” “I know no other way.” “Then carry a shield,” she said. “Soft hearts bruise.”
Our stars crossed long before we met. From faraway I’d heard her heart beating, felt her skin on mine. Anna Bellerose. Every breeze and twig snap had me turn. “Two souls tangled in time,” the townsfolk said. Others murmured, “Damned” and spit upon the ground. A single thread entwined our destiny. Controlled on a loom, the silk was measured and cut by the three … Read More