1. Minutes these relentless finite minutes of mine he says we have to make ours count but I just count … More
You’re supposed to make the most of borrowed time but I never asked for mine I was sold a lie … More
A poem for the 26th day of NaPoWriMo. Originally published on Hijacked Amygdala here.
So, what have you been up to recently? Oh ermmm mainly losing time searching for the time I lost reading … More
Minutes these relentless, finite minutes of mine he says we have to make ours count but I just count them … More
“If you don’t like where you are, then move – you are not a tree,” you say, even though you know I … More
The moon looks so beautiful tonight; the perfect sliver of silver looks so shocking against its concrete backdrop, so confident, so … More
The Transformation of Passion
At the bus stop outside my godawful girls’ secondary school, where I have stood waiting for so many minutes, for … More
3:33 pm on the 3rd. I am binging on Kafka. I want to cry at his genius. I am just … More
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