Don’t Say Goodbye

A Villanelle Rotten like an apple, we were doomed from the very start. Mangled like a sickly cat, I hurl … More

Prelude

After Frank O’Hara on that Friday night you queued up for fried chicken your jacket was beige your reflection softened … More

hotel rooms with you burn like vodka carpets / my conscience cannot bear the hardship we left behind but then … More

rice paper dress laidso delicately stuck toher elastic skinholed up in motels with acold gas station cola lip colour smeared … More

for him CANCER, you fucking suck. you’re a worthless piece of dirt who ruins all our lives with your filthy … More

I roll over in my sleep, witching hour in full bloom. The glow of my dumpling night lightmakes shadows on … More

I pour the Prosecco into the glass of apricot nectar. a fitting tribute to you, my dumpling, my lobster. my … More

he was always so proud of his new coffee jack, and of how the blood — coffee — filtered through … More

one of the first counsellors Isaw told me that he dated apage 3 girl / he got frustratedwith my apparent … More

dead bodies line the edges of the nineties. mourners threw crystal meth inside the coffin instead of soil. they used … More