Sandwiches

No, I don’t mind making the sandwiches for the picnic—it’s strangely satisfying to slice the cheddar for your Ploughman’s using the same knife … More

My Feelings Are Fighting Amongst Themselves Again

The fucked-up family of feelings that reside inside me are fighting amongst themselves again / squabbling siblings trying to out-shout … More

December: the month of birthday letters: letters that, this year, I cannot write. Now You Are 9. Now You Are … More

“What are you afraid of?” she asks, pen poised over the page of her notebook that is otherwise blank apart … More

“You can’t say anything It’s not your problem Don’t get involved” Sometimes I want to knock on your door and … More

“You have a great life on paper.” “On paper, everything seemed perfect.” “She’s doing really well, on paper.” “On paper, … More

The guy standing next to me at the bar is wearing Joop! Jump. That smell always makes me think of … More

I’ve made the decision to transcribe my old diaries. I’m going to type up the important parts of my notebooks … More

Anxiety feels like I spend my whole life Dressed in white Just waiting to be ruined.

All I have: 1) myself, and 2) words. But what if I can’t find the words, if I run out … More