Diary Entries – 11/52

Monday super sad again today, choosing names for children that I’ll never have. Tuesday thinking about that time we took … More

Weeping Women (1937 & 2017)

I saw a Picasso painting and it fucked me up because it wasn’t oil on canvas, it was a mirror. … More

High Enough

I am standing on the roof. I am smoking a cigarette. I should be at work but I am too … More

I am, I am, I am

1. I am a letter. I have been sliced open and arranged with all the others. Important / ignored / … More

Wild Horses

You mix my medication into a pot of vanilla yoghurt and instruct me on how to eat. Open. Come on. … More

Found in Phone Notes

09:23 The last time I met Emily Dickinson in my dreams we had coffee and ice cream, and I taught … More

City Triptych

1. Thursday night in the city / 10pm-ish I think / I’m busy / doing nothing / watching / the … More

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

Lovely

You had three nosebleeds today, allof them highly satisfying, each equallylovely. The free-falling drop of claretthat lands on your newspaperat … 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