Pick of the day
Posted by Rosa Cruz on Tue, 27 Jun 2017Bluebottle Triptych
In summer’s molten sizzle of days
in a sleepy forest’s midday haze
maggots hatch on a dead bird.
A white tide of squirming rice grains –
lords of death and excrement –
dismantle what it took years to create,
leaving a stack of fine bones,
dusty feathers to flap in the wind.
Story of the week
Posted by Noo on Thu, 22 Jun 2017My brush with fame was more my hat of fame – if that can be seen as even a thing.
When I was doing my degree, I lived in a house with a number of oddballs and ne’er do wells and I loved every minute of it. There was the guy who danced nightly with his mange-ridden dog to Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours. The guy, tall, serious, in rhythm at every step. The dog, on its skinny, back legs, bits of skin snowstorm-flying to the floor. Read more
Picks of the Month
Posted by rosaliekempthorne on Sat, 13 May 2017
“Make me a dress for the upcoming gala.” This is Lady Mirithmae. She comes sweeping into my shop, with her gossamer train swishing behind her, her little servant in tow, her shimmering deep red clinging to a figure that's graceful and austere. A willow's grace; a half-grown sapling's, the unset lines, the swannish bend of her neck.Read more