Room with a view

In my mind I’m in an empty room. It’s only contents, a folding chair and a bare wooden table which has at it’s center a white postcard. The chair has been painstakingly restored with wax and wire-wool, it’s surface resonant of honey. Sunlight warms the floorboards, sliding silently through the bay window. I watch it…


A new day. A clean page, a fresh start. Now after weeks of deliberation over web hosting and domain names I can finally leave this little message. A postcard, thirty-nine words. Left on the table of a new home.