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 over 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 →

A poem inspired by the Footnote to Howl, Allen Ginsberg. Holes holes holes holes holes holes! In my soul a million holes In my skin a million holes In my Continue Reading →

Sepia snail startled slowly when I uncover him beneath the council rubbish bag on the back stoop Stalked eyes roundning we are both still Oh                                           no I’ve                          been Continue Reading →

They counseled on the importance of reason the need to be aware of the fatal possibilities particularly pertinent to lives spent inciting dissent Socrates was inclined to ask questions men Continue Reading →

In the first visit the moon was waxing we watched from the dark water lapping at my knees In the second visit the moon was almost full the last breath, Continue Reading →

I walked the cordon stared into the gray of yawning empty-mouthed houses leaning over the street spilling broken teeth The road is bowed and split open like a wound Someone’s Continue Reading →