A Note On Self-Love

We're more than half-way through 2021 already and, you know, I think it has been a pretty productive year for me so far. This was the year when I started to care about myself, and hold myself accountable for my own short-comings. For a long time I have felt like I had no control over …

August 19, 2019: The Second Mauling.

Things were okay for a while. We managed to work around the dog issue. Yeah, he had to hold it back any time I wanted to get up to pee or move around the room. Yeah, it growled at me a few different times. We knew it was dangerous. He knew it was dangerous. This …

Aurelia

She is gone away today in the  space under waves of hurricanes  while a howling wind proclaims her name.  An inkwell sea tattoos her frame  with each prophecy of her reign  and down pelts a painful rain. Her cardboard crown shall melt and drown in the  black, black sea without a sound.  For far from …

It’s An Odd Thing

Waking up in the middle of the night (or early morning, call it what you will). Eyes kinda glazed over with sleep dust in your tear ducts, and hair flopped every which way because you lost your elastic as you tossed and turned in your broken sleep. Shirt smelling like sweet sweat at the collar, …

Ivory Eyes

  My eyes are tired of the constant light filtering through my pupils. Too much light. In my mind of shameless shadows, the animal behind my eye sockets drinks tears I do not wish to cry. My retinas are about to burst from a world without colour, only burning white, and my body may follow …

“Black Roses”

Their pestilent stench permeates the air escaping from my lips, to my lungs’ undoubted relief. Within them sits a bushel of black roses embedded in my bronchia. Burnt heads top their fiery death thrones. Like prehistoric beasts sheltered beneath an ocean of unbearable pressure, light does not reach my body’s forlorn depths. But I groom …