Category Archives: simpatico

Me and they,
we rode the same
wavelength.

don’t forget the alcohol

if the next forty years
are anything like the last
chop off my son’s fingers

don’t forget the alcohol

if the next forty years
are anything like the last
chop off my son’s fingers

mum said there were no monsters

but they came out from under fitted sheets,
unhooked themselves from steel
hangers,
the ironing board that slipped out of a little cupboard,
mouthed
lyrics to Michael Jackson
when he was black

mum said there were no monsters

but they came out from under fitted sheets,
unhooked themselves from steel
hangers,
the ironing board that slipped out of a little cupboard,
mouthed
lyrics to Michael Jackson
when he was black

medusozoa

i watch the jellyfish drift in the sky like dandelion seed pods.

medusozoa

i watch the jellyfish drift in the sky like dandelion seed pods.

parasitic 

writing is the teeth that gnaw on my bones.

parasitic 

writing is the teeth that gnaw on my bones.

perdu

he can’t make out the words
they are gutted
bullet-ridden
a fishbone buried in your throat

perdu

he can’t make out the words
they are gutted
bullet-ridden
a fishbone buried in your throat

not quite the end 

I’m taking a holiday from this blog. And my head isn’t coming with me. When I return I hope it’s rooted in dirt growing leaves and something useful other than its well recognised implements of torture. Thank you for reading

not quite the end 

I’m taking a holiday from this blog. And my head isn’t coming with me. When I return I hope it’s rooted in dirt growing leaves and something useful other than its well recognised implements of torture. Thank you for reading

six word story no. 30

hush, indeterminate absence is hardly abandonment.

six word story no. 30

hush, indeterminate absence is hardly abandonment.

six word story no. 29

then cauterised by her imploding emotions.

six word story no. 29

then cauterised by her imploding emotions.

like fireflies and phosphorescence

Originally posted on Conceited Crusade:
And these drugs, they’re murder on the brain. They mute the migraines, short circuit misfiring neurons, but, in return, I feel dull as a fax machine. My writing are copies of copies. I can still…

like fireflies and phosphorescence

Originally posted on Conceited Crusade:
And these drugs, they’re murder on the brain. They mute the migraines, short circuit misfiring neurons, but, in return, I feel dull as a fax machine. My writing are copies of copies. I can still…

it’s never fucking disco

I’ve had enough bad news. Bowie. Rickman. Killing off Alice Morgan. Fucking aggravated my migraine and already anxious disposition. Life’s never fair, but go tell someone else. I’m still waiting for things to even out. But the man who shares

it’s never fucking disco

I’ve had enough bad news. Bowie. Rickman. Killing off Alice Morgan. Fucking aggravated my migraine and already anxious disposition. Life’s never fair, but go tell someone else. I’m still waiting for things to even out. But the man who shares

anti-anxiety playlist 

the jellyfish came in through a small rip in the screen door last night, i forgot to pull the glass door shut because the Ricard went down the right way; the medusozoa crawled under the couch and, when i wasn’t

anti-anxiety playlist 

the jellyfish came in through a small rip in the screen door last night, i forgot to pull the glass door shut because the Ricard went down the right way; the medusozoa crawled under the couch and, when i wasn’t

bitch riding on my coattails

I flagged down a cab with your dead weight on my arm. It had started to rain and you looked up, opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. Rain ran down your face, dragging your mascara. You looked like a painting.

bitch riding on my coattails

I flagged down a cab with your dead weight on my arm. It had started to rain and you looked up, opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. Rain ran down your face, dragging your mascara. You looked like a painting.

‘see you in 2016,’ she said.

a famous writer was quoted— but I knew when not to write. it was like fucking. you had to rest the godhead now and then.

‘see you in 2016,’ she said.

a famous writer was quoted— but I knew when not to write. it was like fucking. you had to rest the godhead now and then.

le chapeau rose

vis un peu, dit le chapeau rose.

le chapeau rose

vis un peu, dit le chapeau rose.

society

“Nothing is worse for this than society. Nothing is worse for this than the abrasive, if enjoyable, effect of other people.”

society

“Nothing is worse for this than society. Nothing is worse for this than the abrasive, if enjoyable, effect of other people.”

lola’s mobile

He entered her with her bottom on the sink and legs wrapped around his waist. He grabbed her hair and thrust his tongue deep in her mouth. She responded with equal ferocity and bit his lip. Fuck me hard, I don’t break.

lola’s mobile

He entered her with her bottom on the sink and legs wrapped around his waist. He grabbed her hair and thrust his tongue deep in her mouth. She responded with equal ferocity and bit his lip. Fuck me hard, I don’t break.