When we went see my mother at the hospital she was very sick. They had just amputated her leg. She had lost tremendous weight. Her skin clung to her bones, her hair was frazzled and her eyes sunk into her skull. We were distraught by just how frail she looked. But my mother was still… Continue reading Mother
Kimberly didn’t know how she felt. She was getting drunk every other night, didn’t matter she was out or in. If she couldn’t get her hands on the booze she was smoking weed or taking pills in whatever form and shape they came. All she knew was that in the past few weeks she watched… Continue reading Epilogue
It comes to you on the street. Tralloping, galloping to its prey. Those heads smash all they touch. Pulverizing, demolishing – left with crumbles. Be-cause There’s a rea- -son why When we, We look In- -side. You will find- A shi- Mmer- -Ing light. They’re digging, they’re smashing, They are sniffing. Demolishing,pulverizing. They are looking… Continue reading Shimmer This Way
Caught, Wasting, Sick and jaded. Do you love me? Can you – Will you… End me?
I had that dream again, the one where I kneel before you and make overtures. I awoke, confronted by my fear of intimacy, my shunning of it in pursuit of a more o it. Each day I’m more afraid than the last that I’m losing you. You will have to push me because I’m a… Continue reading Dissonance
The woman walked into the park, wearing a floppy hat that obscured her facial features and a dowdy trench coat that hung loose upon her spindly figure, slicing through life with her aquiline nose. Her feet buckled in her shoes as she thrust forward. She found her bench in the grey of the dying day… Continue reading Strangers
He anxiously waited at the bus stop for her. It had been months since he’d last saw her but it had felt like years. She was on television, in many interviews, different shows and locations and it appeared a lot had transpired, it’s the illusion of pluralism. In the village things hadn’t changed much, things… Continue reading In Modicums