Burnt Teaspoons

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

& party & bullshit

So we were at this house party and I was sitting in the kitchen sink drinking lukewarm vodka out of … More

How Could You?

You used my own body against me. This flesh that is mine to weaponise. This house that is mine to … More

Review: First Cut #3 – Muller

Book: Baptism by FireAuthor: Amy-Jean MullerPublisher: Close To The Bone (Jan 2021)Book #3 in the First Cut series Buy here: … More

Life As We Know It (Now)

Fortnightly overdoses and falling asleep in the bath Ridiculous wine descriptions and tattooed knuckles Antiseptic and anticipation Disappearing acts and … More

J.H.C.

The guy standing next to me at the bar is wearing Joop! Jump. That smell always makes me think of … More

Strange(r)

You’ll never be a stranger to me I know you too intimately And yet we sit … More

Moondance

Another spontaneous Saturday night, you and I, rock and roll and warm white wine. We share a moondance, barely clothed, … More

Burnt Teaspoons

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