Featherflowers on Mining Country
“Did they say how long?” She rolled a loose pebble beneath her boot as she stood in the afternoon sun. She stared at the plant before her, an explosion of colour in plumes of gold and yellow like fireworks mid-blast, and she didn’t see any of it. “Right, okay. Yeah, I’m still up north, but…
Aurelia
I pretend that I’ve forgotten you but, amidst the snippets of data, there’s an autopsy of the authentic. Autocorrect becomes augur as, with each word I start to type, it knows I’m thinking of you. It’s August and I’m in Australia now, yet it still catches the glimpses of your auburn hair, its auric glow…
I’d Rather Be A Caterpillar
I’m not going to lie to you. I don’t want to go out tonight. I know I said I would but past me isn’t a friend of the me of right now and the me of right now would rather go home. To be frank, I’m not sure past me’s been a fan of me…
Caravellum 