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Tag: life

Want

“What do you want?” “I want to chew on your bones // to go back to 2008 and stop her … More

addiction, CNF, creative writing, life, memoir, mental illness, poem, poetry, prose poem, prosetry, relationships, writing

Sink

He says he never brings girls back to his place because he’s embarrassed about his flat. I tell him that … More

alcohol, childhood, death, fiction, friendship, grief, life, prose, short prose, short story, trauma, writing

& party & bullshit

So we were at this house party and I was sitting in the kitchen sink drinking lukewarm vodka out of … More

alcohol, CNF, creative non fiction, drugs, life, memoir, party, prose, sex, short prose, student life, university, writing, youth

Inheritance

You left us nothing but your everything You gave us nothing but your all no bank account, no savings, just … More

death, family, grief, Hijacked Amygdala, life, love, memory, poetry, prosetry, tribute, truth, writing

Daria & Pete

I would enquire, would ask exactly how they all met, but all the members of this party are now dead. … More

childhood, CNF, creative non fiction, death, family, grief, identity, life, London, memoir, memory, non-fiction, secrets, writing

Blunt Force

You see things and hear things that “aren’t real” [apparently, according to everybody else but it’s all real to you] … More

books, chapbook, life, memoir, mental health, mental illness, poem, poetry, poetry books, psychosis, writing

’til Death

1. The problem with a blood pact is that you can’t take it back. 2. It looked like the scene … More

blood, friendship, life, love, memory, poem, poetry, punk noir, relationships, toxic, writing

Watch

1. Minutes these relentless finite minutes of mine he says we have to make ours count but I just count … More

death, depression, existentialism, life, love, mental illness, mortality, philosophy, poem, poetry, relationships, suicide, time, writing

One Time at Camden Lock

1 / I watch the man in the crumpled white shirt take a swig from his can of Stella and … More

alcohol, Camden Town, crime, life, London, love, memory, mental illness, murder, observation, poetry, prose, prosetry, relationships, short prose, short story

Cereal for Dinner

Sometimes, when consciousness was simply too painful for our sensitive souls, we would consume enough vodka, valium and zopiclone to … More

drunk, friendship, life, love, mental health, mental illness, overdose, poem, poetry, prose poem, prosetry, relationships, writing

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