Zetetic

The woods start howling And the curtains fall quick The days abandon us in haste And the nights reign supreme Bones sponge the cold And hearts go green The shelters quake And the floorboards creak All life withers But that of my Queen Rosy red...

Spring has come back old, with petal skin over her veins limping and lost upon our roads, needing some help to find her way, and yet with blueness peering out and roses spilled across her feet, asking the passersby just how she came to dwell upon...

this is a house by the sea; this is the man who’s no longer in it; chapped hands gone to fix some other brokenness or break inside themselves like voices crackling in the basement. maybe they’ve gone to do both, because what’s a body for except to...

There was wind in my hair and smooth leather caressing the palm of my loose handed grip on the steering wheel. We left the party and went driving out, out, out, into the night where the summer air felt like the warm breath of a lover trailing kisses...

I was just putting the finishing touches to an essay on Australia’s relationship with its Asia Pacific neighbours the morning the city appeared. “Jo Jo,” Caydie called, running all the way through the middle of the house, straight out to where I was...

Aelfric stopped abruptly, the short hairs rising on the nape of his neck as he realised, with a growing sense of unease, just where his wandering had taken him. As though for reassurance, he glanced back along the path, restless blue eyes ranging...

The biggest squirrels you’ve ever seen and trees like lollipops— You want to suck them in, spit out this season. You want summer you want winter not the bull-$#¡? in betweens. Each leaf turning its colors away from you, slipping into the breeze. And...