The Dry Spell It hasn't been raining since it had. I sound vague? You haven't stared at the spearhead of a midday road. You haven't tried...

With striped lawns and fences and barking dogs and lost cat posters on lampposts. I’ve spent weekends pulling weeds and evenings walking,...

Twenty-two minutes of music. I put the phone to one side and open the laptop. I'm in bed, a place for handling numbers. Patience slips...

Dear Sarah Imagine a world where you would have been safe, where these lines do not exist. Standing on my Poynders Road, with a lump in...

you & i would sing taylor swift songs in your jeep as we cruised along the tennessee highways, you would sing the lyrics with the...

We were waiting for a star to fall - constellations predicting futures, a future possibly one shared together perhaps another lived alone...

In a perfect world, I can hand in my resignation letter and call it quits. In this world, I squeeze my breasts for milk before collapsing...

CW: Suicide I don’t mean the ranch, with Little Joe and Hoss, and their calico-caricature women —pointy breasts, big hair— No, this was a...

a crumbled yellowed note maybe love — a written sentence faraway stare no epitaph on a tiny tombstone death note — stepping on...

cicadas seventeen years ago beneath the bridge i drift along our names still scrawled below still the cicadas sing their song babe in the...

After all After four months of trial after the episode after listening devices are planted after working their way up to the Earth's...

when anger elbowed in followed by fear through the door I failed to secure and the shame of another thing I’ve left undone So sleep was...

her face soft as fingers creeping on wood there is the look of something you never know in the clean flow of saliva where telemarketers...

The washing machine made noises as it spun its cycles. This added life to the quiet house. Any guitarist with a soft shell case does not...

“...like when you ask a dream to give you more light...” ~David Allen Sullivan Borges put us in time's labyrinths, spoke to us about the...

I told her not to run, that it wouldn’t hurt. It’s just a tooth and, also, it’s for science. I told her we’d put it under the pillow,...

RIVER RIPE For Linda Hogan, for Ai I swim in a river ripe, a ringlet wheel though It is a bad place after hours. Wild, unpredictable,...

CW: Sexual relationship between adult and minor I. Two nights ago, I dreamt of hot cocoa. The kind that’s a little too sweet because it’s...

CW Violence Heavy boots on the stairs and a stranger’s voice, then hearing my Mummy say ‘Harry, wake the boys’. Blinking from our sleep...

Pickle Tub I’ve got a heart like a pickle tub you can turn it over and drum on it for change it’s full of living things, it’s good for...