Posts Tagged: love

the butterfly collector

Here’s the link to my latest flash fiction on Hijacked Amygdala.  It’s about infidelity, the least original of sins. Also have a look at brilliant art and poetry from Anna Spoon. It blows the mind.   the butterfly collector It

the butterfly collector

Here’s the link to my latest flash fiction on Hijacked Amygdala.  It’s about infidelity, the least original of sins. Also have a look at brilliant art and poetry from Anna Spoon. It blows the mind.   the butterfly collector It

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

at 6am on June 21

rain early morning
i’m flying over potholes
chasing after you.

at 6am on June 21

rain early morning
i’m flying over potholes
chasing after you.

dead things

Dead Things: My flash fiction piece for the week on Hijacked Amygdala. Proceed with caution.

dead things

Dead Things: My flash fiction piece for the week on Hijacked Amygdala. Proceed with caution.

atomic love

your effect on me i don’t recognise myself gravity died when you rejigged my molecules i breathe in your atmosphere.

atomic love

your effect on me i don’t recognise myself gravity died when you rejigged my molecules i breathe in your atmosphere.

this ends badly

Originally posted on hijacked amygdala:
art by monika kozak I met her at a party, it was someone’s birthday, someone introduced us and I fell in love with her thick eyelashes and the dark shadows under her eyes. ‘I don’t…

this ends badly

Originally posted on hijacked amygdala:
art by monika kozak I met her at a party, it was someone’s birthday, someone introduced us and I fell in love with her thick eyelashes and the dark shadows under her eyes. ‘I don’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.

i have dreamed of you so much…

Animation by Emma Vakarelova based on the poem of Robert Desnos “J’ai tant rêvé de toi”.

i have dreamed of you so much…

Animation by Emma Vakarelova based on the poem of Robert Desnos “J’ai tant rêvé de toi”.

six word story no. 26

my mouth is a sharp-tongued houseplant.

six word story no. 26

my mouth is a sharp-tongued houseplant.

what’s the dill, pickle?

Originally posted on Conceited Crusade:
She tried to twist the lid free. It was no use. Stupid goddamned pickle jar. All she wanted was one fucking pickle. He had always been handy for things like that. Not for listening. Or…

what’s the dill, pickle?

Originally posted on Conceited Crusade:
She tried to twist the lid free. It was no use. Stupid goddamned pickle jar. All she wanted was one fucking pickle. He had always been handy for things like that. Not for listening. Or…