Arse over tea-kettle, and over I went. Legs swept from under me, roller skating mid-air like Wyle E. Coyote caught off a cliff, then down with a wallop.

Sprawled on the bitumen with a ballooning ankle and a manacle boot, I sought my foe. The waft of eucalyptus, crushed underfoot — or smugness perhaps — enveloped me as I scoured the battlefield. Littered all ’round, as inscrutable in victory as they were in attack, the incendiary devices that caused my collapse.

High above, the Corymbia Ficifolia waved her jewel-pocked limbs in triumph, showering me with another gloating hail of gumnuts.

Image credit: By Geekstreet – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0,

10 Comments on “Nuts!”

    • Thank you, love! I’ve been playing (very badly) with poetry lately. Clearly, it’s bleeding into my other work. I really need to take Nate’s class.

  1. I just can’t get enough of the term “arse if we tea-kettle.” It always makes me giggle. You lost me in the middle on the first read-through. I couldn’t really tell what was going on, but on the second read it made more sense. The “gloating hail of gumnuts” tied it all back together.

  2. Holy moly, such beautiful language. Almost a poem in prose, really. I love how you describe it as a battlefield. Also, I don’t know if we have gumnuts here, but there’s a giant walnut tree outside my office and you can hear the nuts smashing into the pavement (and cars!) all day long in the fall. (Personally, I’m glad to be wearing a bike helmet when I walk into work.)

  3. I loved the opening image. Even without Wylie Coyote, it had such a cartoon feel. My first thought was Ouch! I loved how you searched for the criminal that caused your accident and tied it in to your title.

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