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by Jane Prinsep
Jun 27, 2021
Your Zoo Entry Ticket
It’s been a while. I used to write – it was my therapy, my method of connecting with UK folk whilst living in Switzerland and my way of...
Jun 16, 2021
The Absence of Good
A brief respite from burning August heat The freezer-section of the supermarket I consult my list as my children weave In and out, in and...
Jun 16, 2021
Crocodiles & Monsters
Originally written 27 January 2010 The little beach at Villeneuve is a shallow-sloping, pebbly crescent, fringed with weeping willows and...
Jun 15, 2021
Rose-tinted Dreams
Last night, amid the evil You unexpectedly held my face And said those things You used to say And I remembered That cherished feeling And...
Jun 15, 2021
Flash Fiction: Completion
She sat beneath angered clouds, bleached by the tropical storm’s pulsing heartbeat. Bubbling saltwater, thickening with sand, drenched...
Jun 15, 2021
Flash Fiction: 30 Seconds
The first blue skies in weeks. I grip the wheel, finger-tap to The Horrors, check the mirror, smile occasionally into my boyfriend’s...
Jun 15, 2021
Seeing It From Above
On a plane again; alone. Through torn openings in Sunlit, cotton-wool clouds I spy populated clusters; Pockets of life, teeming With...
Jun 15, 2021
Beautiful Life
I’ve been stripped once more Back to basics But beauty in life It overwhelms me I watch as men climb On steel structures Cutting...
Jun 15, 2021
A Wishful Ending
Unseasonal cold air is blowing in I welcome it gladly I beckon it to caress my skin Just so I can feel… anything. If I had the energy I’d...
Jun 15, 2021
A Time of Darkness
Head balanced on hands Staring mutely at wood grain Counting lines, comparing knots My head motionless, eyes darting Lines and knots...
Jun 15, 2021
Alone
A single ant marches purposefully Along rivulets of moss Like external arteries Clinging to weathered bricks She watches in stillness and...
Jun 15, 2021
A Little Picture in Black and White
Slippers shuffling along the carpet creating little static charges like tiny fireflies, Agnes carried the tray containing a pot of Earl...
Jun 15, 2021
Worth The Wait
Cold, empty, winter days In a house bought for two She silently, patiently waits Marking time with her pain Immaculate in his absence She...
Aug 13, 2012
A Million Ways To Listen
We just made it! It was a miracle. We stepped inside into the gloom with only a few minutes to spare. A softly spoken lady in a black...
Feb 10, 2012
My Ghost Likes To Travel
One October evening, after finishing an unusually light evening meal, a young American man by the name of Charles gathered up his...
Oct 16, 2010
From The Men’s Room and Other Places
It’s been very stormy in our little corner of Lac Leman in the last few days. It’s a welcome change after weeks of stifling temperatures;...
Jun 6, 2010
A Dialogue About Sex
My throat is dry, my voice is shaking. It feels alien to me, as if it isn’t my own. It doesn’t sound like me. It sounds childlike....
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