Anxiety
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X sits in her car. Head down. Crying. Even though she’s got her eyes shut tight, she can still see that version of herself curled up on the ground, people walking around her as if she were some kind of dog turd. She’d stayed that way for hours, too, hoping he would come back for… Read more
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The cover for A Journal for Damned Lovers Volume 3, due out late October. I’ve been editing the third and final volume of A Journal for Damned Lovers since March of this year. For me, it’s a more intimate affair compared to the last book and acts as a gateway to my most recent, narrative-driven… Read more
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Pulling up outside the station, she turns off the engine and sits there staring at those going about their daily commute. Since that day all those years ago, tens of thousands had passed through, and yet this was the first time she’d set eyes upon it. Just another place, and yet to her, it was… Read more
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As the sun sinks like a shiny coin in a wishing well, she switches on her headlights then lights a cigarette. Gives her a bellyache, and makes her want more wine, if for no other reason than for a little Dutch courage. As the road takes her to that place, she tries figuring out how… Read more
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Winding down the window as she drives, she sticks her head out for the fading sun to caress her face, and for a second, closes her eyes and finds herself flying through the sky like a bird free of chains. Opening her mouth, she tastes the rush of warm air and all at once thinks… Read more
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With my paws splashing into the running water of a stream, I lower my head to drink. The obscure, ever-changing reflection that meets my eyes is not one I recognise, and yet, strangely enough, it doesn’t unsettle me. Studying my altering features, I stick my tongue in and out, and the water that hits my… Read more
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Skipping down the stairwell, X slips on the last step and flies through the door at the bottom, landing in a heap. Jumping back up, she staggers into the building angrily kicking the step she tripped on. When she does, she swears at it too, using the kind of language her mother would be appalled… Read more
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With my nose close to the ground, I smell insects and the piss of those that have gone before. Burying this snout of mine deep into the dirt, the scent of nature tickles my gums taking me closer to the true meaning of God. Growling, I stick my tongue out and taste the slime of… Read more
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X stirs with a yawn. Grabbing the bottle of wine, she swallows until her giddy state returns before going into the bathroom finding Herbie in the sink holding a tiny brown turd in his paws. Narrowing her eyes at him, he throws the turd in the air and sits there with a grin on his… Read more
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Standing on my hind legs, I bark at the sky, splashing saliva onto the ground at my feet. That sky, it’s populated by white dots and a rock bearing the face of God, and behind my animal eyes, the nature of all things reveal themselves to me. From the other side of the veil, the… Read more
