He says he never brings girls back to his place because he’s embarrassed about his flat. I tell him that … More
Tag: death
Savage
The night before you were killed, I was drinking at the pub where you were tending the bar. After the … More
Ivy
I bought 10ft of artificial ivy once off t’internet / for pennies part of the Poison Ivy costume I was … More
High Enough
I am standing on the roof. I am smoking a cigarette. I should be at work but I am too … More
Inheritance
You left us nothing but your everything You gave us nothing but your all no bank account, no savings, just … More
Daria & Pete
I would enquire, would ask exactly how they all met, but all the members of this party are now dead. … More
A Brief History of Tea
I used to resent making my father cups of tea. “Why can’t you just make it yourself?” He’d just stare … More
Watch
1. Minutes these relentless finite minutes of mine he says we have to make ours count but I just count … More
Friends in Low Places
Originally published at Nauseated Drive here.
Blind by HLR – for my Dad on Father’s Day
I wanted to share this poem about my Dad, for my Dad, today on Father’s Day. This poem is particularly … More
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