Saffron, have you read Julia Armfields work? This reminded me of her short story collection Salt Slow! She writes similarly strange, haunting stories that push human-animal boundaries. Anyway, I really love how you capture the uncanny and visceral in your writing. I also love salmon skin.
Somewhat off topic, but if you left fish scales on your skin for long enough, I'm pretty sure they'd graft. So maybe salmon skin is possible? Lovely poem, too!
I once wanted to be a sunfish. Their scales shined in the water. I held my breath long as I could to see them toss sand and make a rock nest. Some days you envision moments to be one with the vision that carries you to the next second and find the time disappear before you knew that one day you would grow older; the sun still shines, salmon skin wrinkles . Reflects wise moments past that last while you remember that moment. P.S. your audio voice over was recorded too fast.
Saffron, have you read Julia Armfields work? This reminded me of her short story collection Salt Slow! She writes similarly strange, haunting stories that push human-animal boundaries. Anyway, I really love how you capture the uncanny and visceral in your writing. I also love salmon skin.
I have not but I will certainly check it out, it looks really interesting! Thank you for your kind words
Oh, this is fantastic! Both visceral and minimalist, and playing with the idea of inhabiting something both dead and alive and shiny!
Thank you so much!
Somewhat off topic, but if you left fish scales on your skin for long enough, I'm pretty sure they'd graft. So maybe salmon skin is possible? Lovely poem, too!
That would be something!
This is brilliant, and so great to read along with your recording. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you! I'm still getting used to recording/reading I'm glad people are enjoying it
Oh this is superb, and the reading is very well done to boot. I say keep em coming!
I shall! Thank you!
Lovely imagery!
I once wanted to be a sunfish. Their scales shined in the water. I held my breath long as I could to see them toss sand and make a rock nest. Some days you envision moments to be one with the vision that carries you to the next second and find the time disappear before you knew that one day you would grow older; the sun still shines, salmon skin wrinkles . Reflects wise moments past that last while you remember that moment. P.S. your audio voice over was recorded too fast.
Lovely words, as always, Richard. And thank you for the feedback, I will slow down.