Old corner shops and the distance between lovers who hate and adore each other in the same breath. Old memories and still burning hearts that flicker like streetlights down roads that have no end. If you stop and close your eyes, you’ll find that everything you need is inside. In the stillness of your retreat,… Read more

Crisp sandwiches on a blanket by the sea with tiny dinosaurs pecking at our feet before they fly away in the breeze never to be seen again. Blue waves and a blue sky and your smile so sepia and golden and a part of who I am despite wanting to cut you out of my… Read more

Blacked out words on torn sheets of lined paper I scrunch up and tell you to plant inside your belly for good luck. Mushroom clouds in your head and mushroom clouds between your legs that do kickstands and cartwheels as you look at him the way you wish he’d look at you. With the curtains… Read more

The dirt beneath my fingernails, it makes me feel like a kid again in school digging for stones and hidden treasure while on my lunch break. The unposted letters I keep meaning to send you, they sing your name and yours only waiting for the day when they glimpse your angel face. The fountain in… Read more

  Inside of this frazzled cage of a man, there’s a poem about your eyelashes and the halo that resides above that autumn head of yours, but I’m too lazy to write it. Perhaps I’ll leave it for tomorrow. Or maybe the day after that. It’ll get done, so don’t rush me, girl. There are… Read more

  Tea and toast and lazy limbs and lungs that breathe in dust without thinking. Then you on your belly kicking your legs while reading a book, and my hands. My itchy hands and itchy fingers. They creep and scuttle like a spider as I spread and see what you look like even though I already… Read more

  It’s raining and your lips are red and your breasts are the shape of my hands. By the side of the bed, you spray yourself with Dove deodorant. It gets right up my nose and makes me want you. It makes me stutter as you stand on tiptoes looking out of the window at… Read more

  In the hours between night and day, we sleep like foetuses, and yet despite our calm, there are bite marks that cover our torsos as well as stains on the sheets on which we now rest. Blood. Come. Sweat. Piss. They glue us together, as does the desire we both share to see the… Read more

  Drunk and stumbling down some street I’ve walked before yet can’t name or place, I’m certain that time exists on all levels. The past, present, and future. It’s all out there. All those versions of me, and all those versions of you. They’re still alive. They can be touched. They can be seen, and… Read more