Sometimes, when consciousness was simply too painful for our sensitive souls, we would consume enough vodka, valium and zopiclone to … More
Tag: prose poem
Peculiar Times (Pre-Pandemic)
We live in peculiar times: we start a new ashtray in a plastic yoghurt pot instead of emptying the big … More
Anatomy of a Disordered Personality: Bones
I’m delighted that poem #2 ‘Bones’ from my WIP (my second full-length prosetry collection Anatomy of a Disordered Personality) has … More
Heart(less)
Heart(less) was written in response to the prompt ‘illusion.’ Originally published at Free Verse Revolution here.
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