Back in my hometown due to the coronavirus, in the timelessness of however many months it has been since March, I have been thinking about …
School Girls: Constructing the Past in Fiction and Memory
A Mistake A Year On
Today. I knew he was looking, Since class. Since going into class. (And yes, I know, I know, I know, Him, again. But I want …
A Teenage Brain on Antidepressants
My soul is crushed like a hard candy shellThe universe sprinkled with dots of my painConsciousness spreading, disappearing, existingA life without meaning is one lived …
end
each year at the end of summer, I always find myselfperched on my window-sill some years with a cigarette hanging from my fingers,with hopes that …
Young
cw: violence, self-inflicted violence Sometimes I long to shove a knife into my spinal column.To spear the little red ball of anger and frustrationAnd kill …
MOTHER MIGHT
Might of a valorous tigress, chasing hopes up the fervescent hill,Femininity is no hindrance to overcoming the obstacles life places before her.She travails eclipsing her …
The English Word
I am not the night, girlIt is not then when I comeA scattered spurt of silver starsThe silent sex of ship and shoreWhere rich wood …
Death of a ballet teacher
“She slipped in the shower and cracked her head open. They just found her lying in a pool of her own blood.” I don’t think …
“Right Person, Wrong Time” is a Sugar Pill
A tribute to recent conversations, which explored how “right person, wrong time” is a sugar pill, a placebo remedy to matters of heartbreak. “Right person, …
Mate, where are u?
Why are you here? And how could it have taken you so long, To get here? Did you forget the way, did you misremember, miss-recall, …