Poetry: "Anxiety"
slips in oh so sneaky, appearing out of nowhere, weaving its agitated fingers through her hair, crawling up slowly from the nape of her...
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- Jul 2, 2021
Poetry: Necessary Silence
A biro nib traces over my unknown leg, the message it tries to write is unclear. Bad decisions all around me, the crumb of a chicken...
- Jun 27, 2021
Poetry: Pressure
Blank pages wait for me to fill them with fragments of uncountable words Blank pages wait for my pen to run around them I feel that they...
- Jun 25, 2021
Poetry: Neighborhood
The image of you being warned and shot by two cops sinks and drowns in my brain; sometimes your ghost baby eyes open, question me - "When...
- Jun 23, 2021
Poetry: French Lesson
What you don’t realise, Madame Laurent declares Is that every sixteen-year-old is beautiful. The boys titter, looking around the class. A...
- Jun 21, 2021
Poetry: Confession
The bird hides inside, tucked inside my ribcage too rotten to present. Bodies twist, limbs flail but I didn’t come. Dark and black and...
- May 28, 2021
Poetry: "Penknife to Paradigm" & "Museum of Survival Exhibit P89L
Penknife to paradigm Sipping on hot choices flicking through bookshelves of tall tales of painkillers and wolves at the door as if I have...
- May 26, 2021
Poetry: "Redemption"
Out to sea, squalls whip up seahorse waves. On the beach, showers glitter crystal veils in escaped sun rays. Lugworm-casts coil between...
- Apr 12, 2021
Poetry: I Suppose It Is Easy To Forget
I suppose, it is easy to forget shadows. How they move and feel. Their utter nothingness at the edge of vision. Tendrils ...
- Mar 23, 2021
Poetry: "My Mother Reads "Kissing Hand" To Me Before Bed"
(a golden shovel poem after the song “You Are My Sunshine”) Every night before bed, you read “The Kissing Hand” to me. The book with the...