Don’t speak again (the wind comes calling) blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow blow...

Green-gray dominates. Pale blues bleed into sunset pinks. Misty mornings in a Wes Anderson setting. Out there, a wound of the mind gapes....

Textbook I came home one day to find you reading a book that was written about me. It was written by some doctors who have never met me,...

slips in oh so sneaky, appearing out of nowhere, weaving its agitated fingers through her hair, crawling up slowly from the nape of her...

Kissing Stars Bare feet, buried in the warm softness of sand Particles spread out across the way like a galaxy of shining motes...

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...

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...

What you don’t realise, Madame Laurent declares Is that every sixteen-year-old is beautiful. The boys titter, looking around the class. A...

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...

Penknife to paradigm Sipping on hot choices flicking through bookshelves of tall tales of painkillers and wolves at the door as if I have...