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The Reality of The Season

Summer legs that see more long grass and fence spokes than sun. More cool water stolen and sliding down shivering stomachs …

When Your Mouth Is Cold

You miss him. At 11PM when he’s laying beside you and you wait too long after eating ice cream to …

These Are Not Artists

Inside out. Smeared on walls, canvas, journals. A bloody piece of “art”. Not red but black and blue. Inconsistent and …

Melauthious

I’m not surprised there isn’t yet a word that embodies him. One must be venial to our language because it …

Eat Your Heart Out

I tasted myself on your mouth. It was the first time I knew warmth was a flavour.

Daddy Issues

My father looks like Jesus, so I stopped believing in God.

Where Thoughts Hide from Thinking

Creaky stairs to the basement of my brain. The workshop desolate, covered in cobweb thoughts spun thin; unclean, unused, unbrushed. …