I love writing six word tales. They have a intimate compression that ‘leaks’ drama and mystery, adding resonance to a simple idea so that the idea becomes wider and suggestive. Like poetry, the words each have to connect in immediate yet sometimes unexpected ways. It’

Your vowels       - lava      soul food                      always

Even the bluebells held their breath

there…. tenderly uncovered angel  wings breathing….

rotten leaves, rusty pipes,  bandaged ghosts!

Countess,  your mouth, always my hunger…

Aged bankrupt wltm respectful  widow  – soon  

Spirited beauty seeks wealthy, solemn enigma!

Gentleman with high hopes  seeks star!   Hurt lady  seeks susceptible listener’s  heart!

Ambitious Scottish Soldier wltm Killer Queen!

Toyboy seeks bellringer.  Big ears optional.

Secretive ‘editor’ seeks non-scene ex-soldier…  

 Lonely insomniac,  seeks lively, versatile companion!

fountain laughter showers, smiling toes  kiss

Your artic pelt My Bethlehem star

You -  slender Merlin with  a mission!

vowel shapes, teasing consonants, miraculous connection  

Your Sea horse kissed away darkness

Shark-toothed   morning unpicks sediment sleep

…coil in her head called potential

suddenly                                               

More her than this transient flesh. 

your conjurer’s fingers spelling lost traces… Your conjurer’s fingers tracing lost spells…

 Christopher Robin:  printless feet, no bears.   

a gaze raw     enough to burn

only you and my undivided attention

our lost places uncover souls’  propinquity

their ridged darkness promised   blood -  passion…

  stand grey heartedly alone to dare

That unholy winter’s night became you.