mistletoes
Profile
I write when I can, in between and about, life. I am full of admiration for writers who move me, and I want to do what they do…to make my readers laugh, and weep, and remember.
Groups
mistletoes is a member of Flash Fiction, New Zealand Made and Short stories - Spherical Scriptings.
Writing
Remembering Kahawai
The box containing his ashes is on her bed. It’s only ash, it shouldn’t be heavy but it is, she holds the self, the soul, the substance of the man. She cannot stop the tears.
The Man Who Didn't Like Judy Garland
I’m wailing, I know it, I can hear it. It’s too much. Salt water spills over and rushes down my face. I can’t see. I pull over to the verge, skid to a stop in the gravel.
Beneath The Lemon Tree
They couldn’t afford a dog. Not then. Not after weeks of being “between jobs”, of him surly and defensive because he’d chucked the last one in, told the boss to shove it, wa…
Harry Gone Away
Frightened the women too, with his flat, blue-eyed glare. The collective conscience of the village shuddered and held its tongue.
I See You Stranger
I saw you swing the club / Willow slim in a white tee shirt
Nine O'Clock At Night
In bed / At nine o’clock at night / I hear a ferret / Shrieking for, or with, / A mate
