CW/TW: suicidal ideation. The grotesque irony of realising that you do indeed need to be hospitalised for your own safety … More
Tag: prose poem
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
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
Can’t/Won’t Write
Well he asked me what I was passionate about and I said writing, I’m a writer, and he asked me … More
Cereal for Dinner
Sometimes, when consciousness was simply too painful for our sensitive souls, we would consume enough vodka, valium and zopiclone to … More
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