Originally posted on Daffniblog: Sitting at the table with a cup of tea and Moonlight Sonata to keep me company I think of upcoming birthdays and how to celebrate and hand painted teacups that predict some impending danger. The truth is most of my thoughts don’t make it past my skull. They dash against the… Read more

Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: From Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon ? I have poured out the contents of my insides today. I don’t want them back but there will come a day when they’re handed back to me with side notes and red ink. And I will… Read more

Originally posted on Daffniblog: There’s a desk and a ledge. There’s a lack of sex and sore privates. There’s a misunderstanding and words that don’t connect like I’d hoped they would. Senseless meandering and a mind full of thoughts tinkered obsessively. I grasp my inner child and take adulthood far too seriously. Far. Too. Seriously.… Read more

Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: From Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon Open up my skull and you will find her inside, in a tatty striped dress and muddy Doc Martens.  Every bedroom, every hotel room, every airport lounge, train and coach I sleep in she is there, smiling… Read more

Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: I’ve tucked my palms into the pockets of my coat because I’m tired of thinking about them. They’re driving me crazy those lines, those lies, the lack of expectation. There’s no tight rope. There’s no hope. There’s no flame flickering from afar. There’s a sky and a sea. And… Read more

Originally posted on Daffniblog: The palms of my hands look different. The squiggles are something else, something foreign and I don’t like it. I don’t like it one bit. So I make myself some tea and stare at the lines some more as the water heats up. Is this normal for palms to change? No,… Read more