I can’t take all the credit for this one. There was really a man, and he really did tell me this story.    Drunk on crimes of passion, and the Continue Reading →

Suffering gently from a poverty of ideas, the girl swayed on the edge of Occam’s Razor and wondered about being imprisoned for eighteen years for a crime you didn’t commit, Continue Reading →

As noughts and crosses we circle the city at night, pausing cold to stare at the sky, on a breath the darkness fills the place inside us where nothing ever Continue Reading →

While I refuse to give in to your ridiculous demands, I’ll spend the night trying to write something worth your eyes Listening to brave songs and Baudelaire murmuring in the Continue Reading →

I climbed a mountain today Chilled in a too-thin sweatshirt by wind off snow And stood at the point where the path bends back On the corner of a zigzag Continue Reading →

You asked me what I was doing now What something I was using to fill the hours “Still just writing,” I said You are unsurprised “The writer on herself” It’s Continue Reading →

We’re getting pretty good at wearing these masks that line our closets they’ve all got their uses, some of them more than one and the best ones have accessories too; Continue Reading →

Tea. Pensive window. Looking and looking and looking and Oh! Tuis in a tree. Multiple tuis in a Kowhai tree. Heart swelling with the song and maybe I could find Continue Reading →