• Wonderlion commented on the post, rafters 1 week ago

    “She’ll have me swingin’ from the rafters,” my Grandfather used to say about my Grandmother, usually if he was late for dinner because we’d spent too long tinkering in the garage, flogging overpriced junk, or scamming people.

    I didn’t fully understand it, my brain was as chubby and unformed as my body. I’d never even heard the word ‘rafters’…[Read more]

  • Wonderlion commented on the post, underway 2 months, 3 weeks ago

    When the party is underway and you’re drinking, and dancing, and laughing,
    You’ll think of me.
    It will come out of nowhere,
    You’ll wonder what I’m doing,
    How I ended up,
    Whether I’m at my own party.
    Dancing my own dances.

    You’ll take a quiet moment to stare into the corner,
    Imagine it was me there, not her.

    And then the shadow…[Read more]

  • Wonderlion commented on the post, mustard 8 months, 3 weeks ago

    I’m staring at the mustard stain on the table between us.
    The stain reminds me of something.
    It reminds me of a taxi. Like the yellow one in New York. I’d never seen a yellow taxi before, except in the oil painting in your kitchen and on the TV of course.
    Do you remember that satin dress I wore? And how proud you were to have me on your arm?…[Read more]

  • Wonderlion commented on the post, tour 11 months, 2 weeks ago

    I was preparing for a house tour at six when the world ended. Jane and her husband Craig never did get to see the bay windows, freshly vacuumed carpets and small room we shoved a bed into to hike up the asking price. Perhaps they perished in the blast, or maybe they just fled. Whatever happened, they missed out. I made cinnamon cookies.

  • Wonderlion commented on the post, steer 11 months, 3 weeks ago

    I watch your hands on the steering wheel. The air that whips around me is hot, stuffy, clammy and the red scarf I tied around my throat is threatening to blow away. I kiss my lips at you when you look at me in the mirror. You’re a darling for driving us this way, this long, winding way. Just for me. Because you know I adore the sights. The city…[Read more]

  • Wonderlion commented on the post, bedside 12 months ago

    Dear Sam,

    I remember how you smelled. No matter if we were out on the land for three days, you always smelled good. The horses stank. Just about everything stank. But you always smelled like soap and smoke from the fire. Only twice I got close enough to breathe you in. Once at your bedside, after you got sick. You told me to find a nice man and…[Read more]

  • Wonderlion commented on the post, suggest 1 year, 3 months ago

    There’s nothing to suggest

    you noticed
    my eyes
    on you
    across the room

    you felt
    sparks on
    your skin too

    I did

  • Wonderlion commented on the post, skater 2 years, 7 months ago

    Pond skaters dance across the water. Their long legs create tiny pools and disrupt the thin film of water around me. Cool and deep, my limbs outstretch, long arms and legs wading in the water underneath the beating hot sun. And the hum in the air is the beating of insects wings, not traffic. And the thump-thump-thump on the ground is a herd of…[Read more]

  • Wonderlion commented on the post, bottle 3 years, 2 months ago

    I grabbed the bottle, wondering if it would taste anything like sweet, dark rum. If it would slide down my throat easily or cause me to cough and choke. It was what I needed, right then. Something that would take the edge off and help me to forget everything. Something that would coax out a side of me I rarely indulge.

    I curled my fingers…[Read more]

  • Wonderlion commented on the post, structure 3 years, 3 months ago

    I have no structure when I’m writing this novel. It comes in parts. Wishes and kisses and flashes in my brain. There it goes again. The novel I need to write. The one that flows through my veins. Out it comes. Out and out and out.

  • Wonderlion commented on the post, proper 3 years, 3 months ago

    It’s not proper to lose one’s temper. It’s not proper to flirt with the boys who visit the summer house, or to sip a daiquiri while men talk about investments. Or to flash one’s bikini top. Even if it is embellished with little twinkling gems. But I am not proper, and I will do as I damn well please. This summer is mine, mine, mine. I have…[Read more]

  • Wonderlion commented on the post, fry 3 years, 3 months ago

    Shoulders exposed and long flamingo gowns twirling. The rococo amber light flooding the room and bathing the walls. Silken oysters offered on platters like little blue irises and delicate cones of chicken that fry and bubble and hiss and spit. The fire of the setting sun marking us out. Cognac, Gin, Whisky, Bourbon, the sharp delectable taste of…[Read more]

  • Wonderlion commented on the post, olive 3 years, 3 months ago

    Her skin was olive. Her hair was golden. She belived in silky-limbed nymphs and chased butterflies in the garden, chattering excitedly. She was a singer. An actress. A writer. She was all things to all people. But she was nothing to me. I never met her, but I hear her voice in my head. She’s the sister I’m named after. The other. Gone. And now I…[Read more]

  • Wonderlion commented on the post, elm 3 years, 6 months ago

    I used to lie underneath this elm tree when I was young and gangly and my limbs were peppered with purple bruises. I used to hold your hand here. We carved our names into this tree. Did you know that elm trees symbolise strength and intuition? We used to lie here and think about what our lives would become. Who would we be? I lie here now but the…[Read more]

  • Wonderlion commented on the post, stencil 5 years, 9 months ago

    I carefully peeled the stencil off and placed it on your arm. You laughed because the red pen tickled your arm. I remember holding your arm tightly with my left hand. I didn’t want to let it go. Eventually you grew impatient and tugged away, smudging the little heart I drew into nothing but a red streak.

  • Wonderlion commented on the post, vapor 6 years, 3 months ago

    The hazy vapor on the windscreen was the only thing I could see as the car was jerked about violently. I was aware we were crashing but I had no idea how, why, when or where we were. Like that misty haze that swallowed us up on the road, I felt myself fading away. Just suspended in time, waiting for the outcome. The cracks in the glass, the crunch…[Read more]

  • Wonderlion commented on the post, catapult 6 years, 5 months ago

    I feel like I’ve been catapulted into this situation. It’s beyond my control. She’s staring back at me with her arms folded and her lips pursed, I’m just shrugging my shoulders as I creep towards her. This formidable woman who calls herself my mother, she’s tutting, as usual. I’m searching for the door, it swings and a cool comforting breeze comes…[Read more]

  • Wonderlion commented on the post, auburn 6 years, 6 months ago

    I think her hair was auburn. It’s so hard to remember now, but she definitely had freckles. I’m sure she had freckles. And her nose wrinkled when she laughed. It’s been so long. I think we got married. Perhaps we had children. Yes! The children, they used to visit but they’ve stopped coming now. I’m all alone here, with nothing but broken…[Read more]