SOME ARE ORANGE DAYS

The ripe flesh of fruit in the bowl assaults her morning sensibilities. How can the day be so orange and festive when all she feels is nausea and turmoil. Grey light and the microwave beeps its warning that the cup of caffeine has been reheated enough to not scald the lining of her mouth once […]

ON RETURNING WITH THE MILK (STILL LIFE) 1-April-2013

When I left to buy some more milk, the fruit bowl held some not-quite-ripe bananas and a plump navel orange. I’d never got around to cutting it up. When I returned and pushed through the front door, the place had a kind of sweet and stale smell. The bananas had sprouted wings and morphed into […]