New poetic flash out today, Here.
Happy days 🤩 I had notification of a flash fiction / poem accepted 🎉🎉🎉
It always feels like quite an accomplishment, as I know my writing is quite dense and not for the faint-hearted or easily confused. Definitely not mainstream 🤪. I hope you have fun reading it 💋
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Shall we begin with a Once-
Upon-A-Time-ness? With a metaphor?
A rose in bloom? A sunrise, ripening
shedding warmth along the path to her door?
What colour, that door?
Shall it be crimson? Or soft magenta blush, or
her imagined truth; that scarred, blackened fissure
in sunken, ugly frame, mottled and mouldy
hunkering and hideous, insect infested
Opening though, that door, at the behest of intangible
fingers, and her; lost and translucent with
hummingbird heartbeat thrumming a cats purr
Shall we follow her as she runs and runs? Till
the sun’s too tired and turns his back?
Long ago she’d lost herself amid bracken
lain in a nest of fallen boughs, fled forward
through times dark, light, dark, light
dark
See how the moss, extravagantly green (enough to
make you dream of God and cry) crept over
her whitening bones in waves. She, crumbled there
beneath the beauty, her dust, molecules of forgiving
See how the wind takes up her cause
blowing her free of chaff
So, let us begin with the Once-
Upon-A-Time-ness of a tale
a ghostly impermanence, an elfin soul running
backward-backward, each breath stealing a year
Let us watch till she is nothing but sound
that hummingbird heartbeat thrumming
thrumming, till the space she leaves becomes her
Iris knows she’s about to stir up a whole lot of hornets nest whether she goes on the run or not. May as well run. She might just have a chance.
(Read how her story unfolds on Inkitt)
A beautiful short film, AMA by Julie Gautier, I thankfully stumbled on during research for a new batch of work. Enjoy!
My first piece of published fiction is here… http://robindunn.com/bairn74.html
If you like the more experimental and lyrical, then you might like this. I hope so, Dx
An appropriately stark poem I stumbled across by JULIA KOLCHINSKY DASBACH, via Frontier Poetry
A new painting in progress. And while I juggle with a few writing projects, Nick (of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds notoriety) is giving me a bit of much needed meditation…
I’m going to try and leave this one partially undone, as it’s not a commission and I can just please myself (much like the one behind… being painted on an old internal door, my new favourite surface).
Artwise I’d already made the decision to just paint for myself, as the fiction writing will invariably have to be tampered with by others, and that’s fine, I’m happy with that. It’s something that requires me to be at the mercy of outside forces. Beta readers, editors, publishers. The market. And I’m prepared for that, but only because I still have something that nobody can touch and I don’t have to care if anybody else likes it, or ‘gets’ it. No artist ‘statement’ required… Not for this kid
The above-titled poem appeared in The City Fox magazine a while back, pages 14-15. A beautifully illustrated issue which I hope you’ll enjoy 🌸
Illustrations by Laura Bennett
