Want

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

Ways In Which Your Body Stopped You From Living Your Dreams

You wanted to be a prima ballerina but childhood malnourishment & dire poverty made your bones too weak, your tiny … More

Claret on cotton and hearts on sleeves; words that hurt and eyes that bleed. After too much truth serum, I … More

Apparently, you’re not supposed to smile when a cat scratches you. That’s what he told me when he realised that I … More

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

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

Well he asked me what I was passionate about and I said writing, I’m a writer, and he asked me … More

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

We live in peculiar times: we start a new ashtray in a plastic yoghurt pot instead of emptying the big … More

I’m delighted that poem #2 ‘Bones’ from my WIP (my second full-length prosetry collection Anatomy of a Disordered Personality) has … More