Posts Tagged: creative writing

saturn return

The inconvenient thing about rebirth is the lack of space. There’s a mess of tangled legs behind my rib cage– the old me that’s no longer funny, no longer charming without a gin and tonic in hand, and one or

saturn return

The inconvenient thing about rebirth is the lack of space. There’s a mess of tangled legs behind my rib cage– the old me that’s no longer funny, no longer charming without a gin and tonic in hand, and one or

ernesto

Originally posted on hijacked amygdala:
art by deger bakir You wore a skirt, it was purple, a favourite, its lace fringe limp against your brown thighs. And a pink translucent blouse, the top buttons undone from which a crucified Jesus…

ernesto

Originally posted on hijacked amygdala:
art by deger bakir You wore a skirt, it was purple, a favourite, its lace fringe limp against your brown thighs. And a pink translucent blouse, the top buttons undone from which a crucified Jesus…

correspondence: 22.12.2015

What if writing is jumping off a cliff? He said, why don’t you start by jumping off a small cliff and see what happens.

correspondence: 22.12.2015

What if writing is jumping off a cliff? He said, why don’t you start by jumping off a small cliff and see what happens.

faulty utensils

Originally posted on island towards which we swim:
My wine glass Has a very serious problem: It always reaches the State Of being “empty” Far too fast. I think it has a leak At the bottom. And every pen That…

faulty utensils

Originally posted on island towards which we swim:
My wine glass Has a very serious problem: It always reaches the State Of being “empty” Far too fast. I think it has a leak At the bottom. And every pen That…

saturday observation

– the way your lip is imperfect in downward curve – your rusted voice – how despite your age, you sit like a kid – watch your dark skin glimmer under water – diving to the bottom of the pool

saturday observation

– the way your lip is imperfect in downward curve – your rusted voice – how despite your age, you sit like a kid – watch your dark skin glimmer under water – diving to the bottom of the pool

when I’m seventy

how many tattoos before I’ve said all I need to say about me? etched into my skin definitions I don’t want to forget. when I’m seventy I won’t regret having been inked, even if wrinkled and faded, they’re lost in

when I’m seventy

how many tattoos before I’ve said all I need to say about me? etched into my skin definitions I don’t want to forget. when I’m seventy I won’t regret having been inked, even if wrinkled and faded, they’re lost in

six word story no. 4

the storm threw everything at her.

six word story no. 4

the storm threw everything at her.

six word story no. 3

she couldn’t move, her sadness impermeable.

six word story no. 3

she couldn’t move, her sadness impermeable.

purgatory for paperback novels

When her book was published, she did a cute little tap dance and we both laughed so loud people tried not to stare. It took five years and seven months to write the thing, and often she was in tears,

purgatory for paperback novels

When her book was published, she did a cute little tap dance and we both laughed so loud people tried not to stare. It took five years and seven months to write the thing, and often she was in tears,

blunt cunt

This poem is a collaboration with poetess Aleksina Tetiana. You may know her better as Unbolt.   You can’t wear a shirt with the words ‘Bad Girl’ in bold and a Prada bag hanging off your bangled arm and bling-bling

blunt cunt

This poem is a collaboration with poetess Aleksina Tetiana. You may know her better as Unbolt.   You can’t wear a shirt with the words ‘Bad Girl’ in bold and a Prada bag hanging off your bangled arm and bling-bling