Category: Girlie On The Edge
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9 Oct: A Six – What the Blind See
What the Blind See She is swept by wind and blind as snow, and she sits on a bench that overlooks the sea on Beachy Head. Hers is a salt-soaked throne facing the horizon and its sun-prism sky, and she stares, steady as a pointing stick, looking beyond what I see and shall not see,…
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4 October: A Six – A Conversation with a Crow
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 32.2 1964: The Nature of Things, Part 2 July 1964: A Conversation with a Crow If I, having only seen your coal-black wings that scoop out great portions of sky (I say to the crow, Cerberus) who would guess you are…
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2 October: A Six – Part: 32.1, The Nature of Things
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 32.1 1964: The Nature of Things, Part 1 Cerberus There’s a crow in the oak – it’s watching the line where the battle broke. “I don’t know, Grandmother,” I’m in tears; the silent sort that claws, and she turns her back…
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27 Sept: A Six – A Trifecta: Pierre’s Chair
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 31 Pierre’s Chair Almost midnight: We walked to the Six Sentence Cafe and Bistro, rain bristling and wind hurting my ears – it rains at an angle, heedless of Pierre’s complaints, “… why did I bother to style my hair or…
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26 Sept: A Six – Three Months After That Day
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 30 August 1975: Three Months After that Day Down at the sand, where the tide throws itself forward like a wreck in cold unconquered lines, foaming against all hope, my father stands next to me and says, “Brigid, find the quiet…
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26 Sept: A Six – Watching Cerulean Blue Bleed
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 29 Last week: An Equal Division of Light and Dark Watching Cerulean Blue Bleed Pierre stands at an easel and paints; he creates his world; depth and distance washed with purples; water colour blotches that run, and clouds thieving white from…
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21 Sept: Two Boxers
“Pardonnez-moi,” she says. She has two leashes in her hand. One green and one red. “I must tie them up,” she says, “the fool dogs.” She pronounces fool as foil, but nevertheless I understand her frustration. The dogs are eating the chickens. Written for Denise’s Six Sentence Story including the word: Foil”. Some artwork is…
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17 Sept: A Six – An Equal Division of Light and Dark
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 28, An Equal Division of Light and Dark last week‘s post An Equal Division of Light and Dark Pierre comes home next week … but to what, to our intricate web, spun soft, occasionally smooth, heavy as Dido’s sword. It’s just…
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10 Sept: A Six – Part: 27 June’s Strawberry Moon
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: 1965: The Night of June’s Strawberry Moon 1965: The Night of June’s Strawberry Moon And I say, ” …hours before, the sky was a fruity blush colour, but now in this fading light the full Strawberry Moon hangs low and lonely, shiny…
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4 Sept: A Six – Part: 26 Navigating a Debris Field
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 26 Navigating a Debris Field last week: Pierre will have to stay here with us; we will clear out the storage room for him,” I say, and Hanzō nods silence; it is the heart of a noble relic that agrees. Navigating…
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