I am fascinated by the ways in which we give energy to the people who hate us and none to those who love us; by the naivety that wasted money is more dreadful than wasted time and how in hindsight old love outshines the new and lies taste better than truth.
Writing Prompts Four & Five Beginners and seasoned writers welcome. Today we will complete sister prompts: two prompts which compliment each other. Below you will find your fourth and fifth writing prompts. Sit with these writing prompts for as long as you need, play with your lines. Consider language— and by language I mean expression,... Continue Reading →
Canned worms Pressed, half-open and forgotten— Bring angry birds Violent, ruthless and ravenous For what was never theirs.
The women thinking about the men. A couple contemplating loneliness. A sister missing her brother. A home, abandoned.
What lullabies Shall I sing to myself, When my childhood singers Have left me?
a lyric essay on family and fatherhood; names have been changed out of respect for those involved. In mid-June of 2017, my brother becomes a father, and not in the usual biological fashion most men do, but rather in a philosophical way. The air is light, the Sun is high, it is 11am. My brother,... Continue Reading →
A quieting So subtle and soft Masked By the whistling wind The girl goes Unheard.
Can there be death Without Heartbreak? Yes. But, death without Heartbreak Is heartbreaking.
My name stained Your tongue, Tapped your teeth And Lingered on your lips. These words you never said-- My name Written between the lines Of tales half-told: Stories of lust and longing,
Your assumptions of who I am, what I am and why I am the way I am, have nothing to do with me. You want answers ask more questions and be satisfied with what you get or fuck off entirely.