Dusty photograph frame: a smiling bride holds hands with her groom. Where his face should be, a hole. © Helen Whittaker http://theduckside.com
Posts Tagged ‘loss’
Running out
My car ran out of petrol at the lights. It coughed and died. I didn’t see the red light flashing on the dash. I had to shove it off the road and call the R.A.C. The cartridge in my printer’s drying up. The pages that it prints are bleached-bone white with just a ghost of [...]
Eclipse
I thought I was prepared but I was wrong. Sir Isaac’s calculations can’t predict my punctured breath, the blackbird’s broken song. This Midwich Cuckoo of a night has pricked the watchful eyes of ancestors long dead Sir Isaac’s calculations can’t predict. A magic lantern show plays overhead reflected in the bonnet of my car the [...]
