Saturday, 7 January 2012

Existential malfunction

I step on the bathroom scales. The electronic display reads 0.0 kg. Note to self: Must work on becoming more grounded.

Friday, 6 January 2012

A reminder

Making the bed, I think how big it looks now, with one pillow in the centre instead of two side by side.

Thursday, 5 January 2012

The old shed

Skin peels away from bone.
Eye sockets stare darkly.
Above them a hole
where someone tried to let the demons out.

Wednesday, 4 January 2012

Low contrast

A grey heron flies across a greyer sky, neck curled into an s, long legs trailing, each slow wing beat the flourish of a magician’s cloak.

Tuesday, 3 January 2012

Driving home

riding towards me
long grey hair beneath a faded bandanna
an aging biker
on a mobility scooter

Monday, 2 January 2012

An evening duet

out of time with the
dishwasher's two-tone samba
a lark is singing

Sunday, 1 January 2012

Morning shower

As the hot water hits the back of my neck, the downy hairs along my spine rise and fall in a Mexican wave of pleasure.