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Burnt Teaspoons

“Oi. What colour are my eyes?” Until that moment, I had deliberately avoided looking into his eyes. Eye contact is … More

alcohol, CNF, creative non fiction, depression, memoir, micro memoir, prose, relationships, sex, society, 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

(Pro-)/(Retro-)gression

1 I fill the void with three liters of cheap white wine and morph into a monster in a mini … More

addiction, alcohol, alcoholism, CNF, drug, drug abuse, memoir, poem, poems, poetry, prose, prose poetry, prosetry, real life

High Enough

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

death, depression, dreams, grief, home, London, loss, memoir, mental illness, prose, real life, relationships, short prose, suicidal, suicide

Wild Horses

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

breakdown, CNF, creative non fiction, memoir, mental illness, prose, real life, relationships, short prose, 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

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

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

life, observations, poem, poetry, prose, prose poem, prosetry, writing

Things He Said in Bed

Everyone’s dead / all my family’s dead now / it’s just me. Last man standing but I feel like I’m … More

conversation, friendship, life, poetry, prose, prose poetry, prosetry, relationships, writing

Oh, Man

I don’t need you to kill any spiders. I can buy my own flowers. I prefer to sleep alone. I … More

life, memoir, men, micro memoir, poetry, prose, prose poetry, prosetry, short prose, womanhood, women, writing

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