Birthday Letters

December: the month of birthday letters: letters that, this year, I cannot write. Now You Are 9. Now You Are … More

As You Lay Dying

I got our ‘goodbye’ wrong. All of those rehearsals and I got stage fright, fluffed my lines, fucked it up … More

In response to today’s (final) prompt of NaPoWriMo 2019: to write a minimalist poem. I always try to cut out … More

Isn’t it strange that I am your voice of reason but not my own? And for good reason, too. Me … More

Starting off this new year with two pertinent quotations, both by Norman Cousins, because I honestly cannot find the words that … More

I disagree when you describe my associates as “unsavoury characters” because surely if something is un-savoury then it, by definition, … More

Sometimes I think to myself, “This is unbearable.” I usually have this thought when I am smoking out of my … More

When I look out across the city, on these tipsy evenings where I am so filled with anger and tarnished … More

It began as sports commentary. Two commentators, one with a Brummie accent and one Southerner, giving updates on different games … More

I have cleaned up your bloody Antlitz three times. That is two times too many. Blood rieselte from your head … More