These Days
These days I hurry to keep myself in sight. Profile glances into restaurant windows often whisper me warnings. Ripples and …
These days I hurry to keep myself in sight. Profile glances into restaurant windows often whisper me warnings. Ripples and …
Dinner (drawn from life)
I’m pulled up and out to the noise by the fist of my chest, bed clothes like tangled sculptures in …
Why is it that whenever I want to catch a flight another bird comes tumbling down and no one ever …
Performance cars lie low like fugitives under the gas station’s arching arm rumbling, out the corner of their blue blinkers …
I wanted to write simply words that made sense, persistent as grime under fingernails, or ingrained as dirt in callouses of …
‘Would you rather be blind or deaf?’ Deaf, I always answered, definitively. My foot-down certainty sealed the rest away, the white …
Take it you said, note between your two forefingers crumpled, mauve, still alien after eight months. I know you got …
I don’t know how you do it; don’t get overwhelmed by the smog of sudden silence like fingers on your …
Everything is falling apart at an agonising rate. Just the other day I heard a girl screaming silently drowning in …
Something grey something fast crashes shivering past my eye A seagull, babe young fusses about the bins like grandmothers fuss …
Pockets of clovers riddle this lawn like bullet holes in a church wall once we were gibbons picking at fleas …
“My friend is dying dying in the next couple of days they took out almost all her liver but the …