As she held me once, when my body was smaller than hers, so we hold the green figures to our chests, set them down in the backseat of the car. Her apartment turns blank again, forgets her quicker than she forgets herself. We tape up cracks on the flowerpots, make sure the stems don’t bend […]
Admit it, you were playing hide and seek with me. Thinking it’s a great place to hide six feet deep under the ground. How long were you planning to stay there? You found me before I could find you. It’s not fair. You were cheating, you can’t just hide somewhere and never come back. At […]
is empty. It doesn’t remember how it got here To the imaginary cliff of star growth valley And the way the ground roils beneath. It sees everything but small and far away Like the inverse telescope or collapsible spoon. The galaxy is hollow and reflective shivering Sometimes with great shudders of time. A hum expands […]
When the blue planet snagged its atmosphere On a passing meteor, all manner of life Came leaking out. Clouds. Couches. Conversation. Computers, Camels and Countries Spreading outward across the black like the Remnants of a rubbish cluster across the sea. A diverse array of religious relics are floating now, In another God’s strange centre.
When my teacher marques my book. Eye get told two have another look. She says she finds lots of miss takes. Miss takes at ate, eye should not make. Eye got told to use the school pea sea. May bee hoping that it wood teach me. It has a grate spell chequer on it. Witch […]
had pink cheeks; a blue mind flew to LA, pompously dressed; returned with a chest filled with silicon and plump dreams. in LA, She’s essential to the fashion scene; here at home, He’s promiscuous and obscene. She was by the alley —last seen hanging here genderless, purple, and dead.
Gossip, torchlight, sun – shades, stories; Different colours – red, white, blue; What goes in my big fat backpack? Books and books of hidden clues! Chocolates, chips and mangoes, juicy; To infinity and beyond! And what I love the most in that is: Everything! It’s like a bond!
He fumbled in empty tea boxes one autumn evening. Snake-like, swamped in his mother’s rasping. After she lost speech, she rolled words in her fingers. Pressed finely crumbled jasmine flakes into his sopping hands, congealed chevrons of red ebbing out towards fleshy shore. Doubt bloomed from her lips, branded, into the roots of his wrists. […]
1. My mother sashayed into my room last night, dress swirling, golden wheat humming on her lips. 2. Ghostly pit pattering behind my eyelids, are there monsters hiding in the oil slick? 3. My heart is congealed milk jelly, hear it wobble!
there was a centaur on the road this morning, yelling iceman in beer-froth syllables. bare chested like a promise outside a betting shop, a woman with plastic bag skin is singing of her lost velvet platforms (lost days, lost nights) she scoops up silvered minutes.