Beginner genie

Beginner genie

This is where you make your wishes after all, three sheets to the wind, thumb rub­bing up the brown glassy con­dens­a­tion, wistful, dreaming of Kris­tobal or Mira­bella or Carlos, in your bars and your nightclubs, sweat and grind, the neck of the bottle...
2017 was born with a scream

2017 was born with a scream

1. 2017 was a good year for fear, a good year for screaming Not like some other good amer­ican years but it slid out of A year of celebrity death and tele­vised suf­fering that we were all Only too happy to see the back of And in...
Paper and dust

Paper and dust

Their shelves have always held mys­tery. Resist the urge to touch — cloth and paper and paint. I am close enough to breathe in Catullus and all his earthly urges, now sealed and almost eru­dite; So many spines here, leather and lust, dirt and dis­tress....
Numb in the whirlwind

Numb in the whirlwind

I stand, arms out­stretched as everything i know whirls around me Smashed into drift­wood and debris by the tor­nado of cir­cum­stance They say justice is blind but I can’t help feel she’s blind­folded right now, Held to ransom as random injustice rains...
Unspoken

Unspoken

Inspired by a Tumblr post I now can’t find… if you recog­nise the story, please con­tact me! There’s some­thing about scarlet cush­ions and 1940s jazz, Dark bars and tiny crystal gob­lets filled with cloying golden wine And a promise of desire...
Precious

Precious

These are moments that you treasure, just sit­ting of a sunset, Shoulder to shoulder as you remin­isce. And whether it’s Those memories of women’s decisions, the baby borne or the Journey halted, the intimacies and the viol­a­tions, or whether It’s gasping...