The ones who are leaving

You never realise just how fast you are travelling. There is something about take-off that gives you a hint of it, the way the force pushes you back in your seat, the way so many fingers grip at armrests, this unintentional and collective human twitch as bodies brace to be cannon-shot into the air. UpContinue reading “The ones who are leaving”

The possibility of you

The possibility of you sustained me over lifetimes. Through every lonely, dusty summer, and the tempest of our winter nights. Season upon season of your warmth and withholding. Such famine and feastings of the heart, endured. The famine and feast my heart endured. (That cracked continent under my skin, owing all its hungers to you). You. TheContinue reading “The possibility of you”

When I am here

From: Maggie Valentine <mvalentine@gmail.com> Subject: You Date: 27 March 2010 00:46:00 AM AEDT To: mackben@gmail.com _________________________________________________________________________________________________ You pulsate through even the question of what to have for dinner. You are trapped deep in my nerve, Mack. You have spread under the surface of my skin like a bruise. You are the slick sliding down myContinue reading “When I am here”

To sink under slowly

The feeling is immediate under my toes. A sensation of sinking in, of earthing myself. The sand starts warm and soft underfoot, and closer to the water it becomes damp and hard, leaving my footprints in a trail behind me. I scratch a crooked heart with my big toe and watch as a wave licksContinue reading “To sink under slowly”

Beginning … again

It’s vacation time! For the next two weeks I’m replacing words with sun, sea and a cocktail (or seven!): “See” you when I get back. I’ve packed ideas for my new novel People Like Us in with my swimsuit, so I guess I’m not really leaving words behind … hope to have something to share withContinue reading “Beginning … again”

Gracious

… This name that was mine from the beginning. In every beginning an ending is written. It is one of the very first things I told you. When I would lie naked in your arms, spinning my stories. The mind of a poet, and the body of a goddess, you once said against my chest – and IContinue reading “Gracious”

As if I am the sun

Where did you come from? You ask me this once, at some hotel, some time, somewhere. Frustration, and something else wrapped around the question. A glint of admiration, perhaps, for my stubbornness, for the fight I’ve just caused, and the way it wakes you up every time. Makes your breath come a little faster, quickensContinue reading “As if I am the sun”