SCUM*

They are cooking a roast dinner. She is rifling through the drawers, searching for her favourite knife, and he is … More

Mind Full -ness

There it goes, her life, into the fire. Pages baptised with teenaged tears, up in flames. Overdue relief induced by … More

Confiscate the knife This heart refuses to stop Blood coagulates This body won’t let me go Waking is devastating After … More

Death on my mind all of the time. I wonder if, when I’m dead, I’ll be obsessed with finding ways … More

I don’t know what to give up for Lent… carbs? cutting? cheese? cocaine? chocolate? crying? casual commitment to Catholicism??? (I … More

I am eating the oxygen of the 30-something man sitting next to me. One day he’ll be dead. I do … More

You counted my bruises — fifty-five — and I cried because I hate the number five — three + seven … More

Less than three months into my indefinite stay, Hell froze over. It was a Wednesday afternoon. I remember this because … More

I am being haunted by my own ghost; after all, it is me and all my selves that I fear … More

If I can’t trust myself to not reach out and touch valuable oil paintings, how can I possibly trust myself … More