The Swimmer
Dreamsoup head, she lifts it and the pearlescent drops fall from her hair like liquid mercury. Her eyes are alight with story, stacked layers of
undetected
you’ve never arrived and your illusion hasn’t shattered because it hasn’t mattered to anyone to take a hammer to it you are in shadow hidden
Dip The Test Card In Blood
Decay was a rudimentary excuse. A man sat there picking apart the cross-stitched home sweet home. The skull in the fire place wasn’t much of an
you are yours
gnomic palindromic we are crouched in the confines of ourselves trying to scream through the metal throat there are boots on necks there are needles
Not News, Not Politics, Just Help
Sometimes I think that writing about how bad news doesn’t inspire, and neither side of the political divide inspires, can mean that people then believe
Alway Boring Never Boring
Perspective can spin a mundane day into something exciting – you would hope. I never needed drugs because I have a scary chemistry set between
No Work Means The System Doesn’t Work
I like to stick with saying something as if it were definitive until it gets proven that it is not. I am always willing to
scuffed pearls
some days it falls out of the head in rhymes some bright beads skittering across the surface of a thought other days you are dropped
The Border Special
He blew up the world with his notepad. Left an apology on the fridge that seemed to have survived the existential collapse, and went for