The men had faced the hooded clock and fallen first. Dusty or sudden, they went, and then only the women remained. They swept up the mess, as they had been taught, tied on plastic caps, and gathered in quiet hordes…. Continue Reading →
It is on days like these, when the trees stand still and haggard, when the ground is brown fluttered I can think of no better place than this old Earth. The air bites and tingles, the grass thinned, as I… Continue Reading →
Upon a bridge I met a troll, his features weary, his countenance droll. His figure squashed into an ill fitting suit, his sharp claws poking from the front his boots. ‘Do you mean me to eat me?’ I inquired, for… Continue Reading →
There’s a worm at the bottom of the well, that curls in it’s unkind skin. The town around it whirls and ebbs, but it finds no peace within. There’s a worm at the bottom of the well and I can… Continue Reading →
I use words like knives and slice up your heart, but you must know I love you. I disappear to dark days and leave you stranded here, but your must know I need you. I have bruises under my skin… Continue Reading →
When I die, let the flames grow high. Let them burn me, as they did in life. I do not fit, in this steel corset. I do not hold my tongue, I am heard and seen. I… Continue Reading →
You make jokes that would make 70’s comedians’ cringe, and wear socks with sandals. Without irony. You’re the best Dad ever. Without irony. Thank-you.
My ignorance of you is bliss, a power so sweet and hot. Infatuation I am made for, reality I am not. My stomach fills with pleasing fire, my mind with gossamer threads. We roam until the sun comes up, then… Continue Reading →
I sleep on a bed of books, my body cradled with words and deeds, bled into the fabric of time. They support my limbs, they hold my head, screaming in the silence, keeping me afloat. At night I wait, for… Continue Reading →
On the carpet her slick dark halo and pink legs swim in the crescent studded dust. Salt dries in the black, ears sealed, she pushes down. Splintered glitter through concrete, the tips caress the naked the lost and the… Continue Reading →
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