Close your eyes

I stick my head out of the window to cool my blood. For almost twenty seconds the broad whoosh of traffic is the ocean.

I have something to tell you:

while it was raining, the sun rose

Look around you

Green tea in a white mug. White curtains. Snow globe filled with glitter. This music. These words.

I am a chicken

An ordinarly looking middle-aged black woman, she walked along the pavement shouting 'I am a chicken! Let me lay my eggs!'. She flapped her madness around her like glorious robes.

Road-kill: glimpse of the inside

There was a part that was shining and curved, like the side of a varnished vase.

Quarter to nine

I look and look at the huge full moon

Before the sun burned it off

The tops of trees, alone and in clumps, float in a lake of mist.

earl grey without milk

each hot mouthful exhaling the fragrance of translucent white flowers

Being in the world

He observes me from his spot on the dark-green garden shed roof in next door's garden. He is pure white, with a bell hanging from his pink collar - not a single strand of fur is out of place. His whiskers quiver and he turns away to continue with his vigil.

As I think

As I think about what I want to write, a spider with a dark brown abdomen and sandy legs busies himself travelling the edges of his web. From here the strands of spider-silk are invisible.