I left a trace of you In each part of the city That you’d never seen Face flushed, I ached to dig you Out from under my skin Your mirth coloured concrete The feel of your skin dissolved Into neon signs and the burnt colours I had felt, defaced run-down bus shelters Each memory of […]Read more "Ardour"
It was in the dusky days of bad rum and good company that I tumbled out of hiding. It had been years since I’d found myself within the circle of a man’s arm, it roughened my skin somewhat and managed to do me some good. You handled your words carefully, as though atom bombs threatened […]Read more "Dépaysement – Continuous Prose Exercise"
All she left you was fragments Of broken prose, a fleeting note of Emotion, as she ran out of your light Because space can choke too And your hands were unsteady When you played with dolls You had her make your bed But she was quick to shake off The smell of your detergent He […]Read more "The Things That Helped Her Escape"
N.B. All events in this story are entirely fictional, any allusions to the ‘real world’ are merely coincidental. Once, when I was old enough to know better but young enough not to care, a boy told me – betwixt tangled limbs and pale blue sheets – that I reminded him of a child. He said […]Read more "What I Call Flaws"