Kneading

for Arif the blunt nub of his elbow pressed deep in a knot in my neck my god you are … More

I Gave Myself September (1)

Content warning: recurrent theme of suicidal ideation Days and weeks and months, indeed whole years, that I never wanted, expected … More

I had a secret zopiclone tablet stashed away. Two, actually. They were yours, originally, Daddy. You hated them. I was … More

found in phone notes 9th Nov – 23:23 The last time I met Emily Dickinson in my dreams we had … More

There it goes, her life, into the fire. Pages baptised with teenaged tears, up in flames. Overdue relief induced by … More

I read the report. It was even worse than I’d imagined. Full of untruths. Peppered with irrelevant information, things that … More

Inspired by the 29th NaPoWriMo prompt to produce a poem that meditates, I used this poem to meditate on the … More

He said he never brought girls back to his place because he was embarrassed about his flat. I told him … More

My life recently seems to be comprised largely of clichés. As a writer, this is disastrous. Clichés are vile. Cliche … More