Poetry/Fiction
Moths
“I’ve been on the streets for three years”, he said through chipped and blackened teeth. His eyes were blue, his hair matted and yellowing. His skin, grubby and porous, was...
Moths
“I’ve been on the streets for three years”, he said through chipped and blackened teeth. His eyes were blue, his hair matted and yellowing. His skin, grubby and porous, was...
Bird Brain
Welcome to my mind. My blessing and my curse, my best and my worst.This is where the true me hides from you.It is an aviary of birds diverse, this a...
Bird Brain
Welcome to my mind. My blessing and my curse, my best and my worst.This is where the true me hides from you.It is an aviary of birds diverse, this a...
Caterpillar
Beautiful butterflies.I watch you hatchgrow large and fat.And then you change. You cocoonand magic happens within you.Your body is broken and reformedinto something new.The process that you go throughreshapes you.A...
Caterpillar
Beautiful butterflies.I watch you hatchgrow large and fat.And then you change. You cocoonand magic happens within you.Your body is broken and reformedinto something new.The process that you go throughreshapes you.A...
Almost
This roomcan only hold so manybright lightsthrough fear of blinding.Though we are bound,our tethers may be destinedto only ever pass through walls,preventing the collision,of two sparks so brightthrough fear of...
Almost
This roomcan only hold so manybright lightsthrough fear of blinding.Though we are bound,our tethers may be destinedto only ever pass through walls,preventing the collision,of two sparks so brightthrough fear of...
Stickle Bricks
I pick up a pen to write.Not of lists, or notesorganisational toolsjournaling, extracting sentences delicately under aesthetic for careful analysis under a highly focused lens. No, not todaytoday I play...
Stickle Bricks
I pick up a pen to write.Not of lists, or notesorganisational toolsjournaling, extracting sentences delicately under aesthetic for careful analysis under a highly focused lens. No, not todaytoday I play...
Put It Out
Dirty, blue bin.Plastic top mottled by old cigarettes.Scars left by those who hold their breath,extinguishing the flame. Lonely, blue bin.Abandoned red flowers drop curling leaves.Browning stems sagging,time passing,weighted with someonepausing,before...
Put It Out
Dirty, blue bin.Plastic top mottled by old cigarettes.Scars left by those who hold their breath,extinguishing the flame. Lonely, blue bin.Abandoned red flowers drop curling leaves.Browning stems sagging,time passing,weighted with someonepausing,before...