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 blessed. Beyond burnt lights, warm grease plugs the gaps. Someone shouts turn the music down.... Continue Reading →
You long to press your forehead to the cold window pane and breathe, then trace a message of escape in reverse. Clutching your safety blanket, liquid for lost fingers, you wonder if another one could take all these cares away. Tied to your wrist, the silver string that leads to your distant whole, strains and... Continue Reading →
The scratching became a tapping, that soon became a crying, I heard the voice inside me, in my bedroom down below. ‘Mice,’ said my mother, clucking, so my father got to trapping, and I waited for the screaming, in my bedroom down below. A doll found silent sitting, like the bride forever waiting, they called... Continue Reading →
...of a poem in the letters page of Good Food magazine. But publication nevertheless. My boyfriend persuaded me to email this to them. I thought it would be a bit of humour for their office after Christmas; I certainly didn't think it would be published. It's quite cringe-worthy, but I'm sharing it with you to show that... Continue Reading →
I walk the line and check the tracks, one shot of light in the breathless deep. The hundreds that were torn still cling as dust to the steel around me. A pinprick lamp forms and condenses, spiking a chill deep in my spine. He touches a cap above an empty face, and rubs stiff hands... Continue Reading →
I wish we were back on the snow road, in that little red car with the sun above us. You'll be driving, laughing at my jokes, because I love making you laugh. We'll slalom down the black liquorice strip between white teeth, snow banks sliced, and diced, split open to let us pass. We'll eye-spy... Continue Reading →
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