one by one as the fever rises the ladder topples the fire reaches you in the ivory tower you wait the ink fresh your knowledge the pen shaped like a spear your words i am here you are there i am down you are up your eyes tease me come closer a few more steps … Continue reading burning bridges →

of this/any day talking to someone without seeing in a language different to yours an itch at the back of your throat unable to stop it clear it a nuisance these first words all fighting with each other throwing themselves at one another slamming into pushing your teeth ache the space in between swelling with … Continue reading the first phone call →

last night or was it the early hours of to-day i had a dream i was standing on a ship lost at sea wondering whether i’d jump just to see what it would feel like when i become one with the water instead, i see a plane all colourful like the drawing of my 4-year … Continue reading you – the dream →

once upon a time a token lived inside the crevices of a well-worn sofa moving from home to home sometimes finding itself in a vacuum filled with dust for years gaining dust spending some time in rubbish bins then out in the rain gaining rust oxygen reacting with iron invisible different everyone walking around it … Continue reading Token – part 1 →

i need to learn how to seek a accept a distraction i need to learn how to laugh not silently when you laugh i need to learn how to give in to whatever pleasures are promised by this world full of distractions i need to learn not to sit alone in the dark meditating about … Continue reading to be →

it is friday the same day, another week we all know about it the myriad of options list of things to do pile up sometimes repeating make the bed brush your teeth pay the bills what to cook what to eat looking important feeling important social approval a rush of power sometimes someone relies on … Continue reading freedom →

says my 4-year-old as i am ‘deeply’ in thought critiquing my own experiences visceral (Diversi & Moreira, 2018) to link to my half-baked theoretical knowledge at 5 pm on a sunday tearing at time at my hair to find the ‘torn’ time because i am supposed to supposed to do this full-time 40 hours a … Continue reading come and sit with me →

with only 4 wheels single decker and 53 people on it noisy not minding their business shouting at each other moving too much prisoner of their minds of each other the orange bus moved slowly wobbled trembled swayed and the people weren’t happy ‘hurry up’, ‘too slow’, ‘unsteady’, ‘unstable’ the bus tried harder but the … Continue reading i dreamt of an orange bus →

the milk in the fridge is stale father can’t have tea mother tells me, it’s my duty to replace i whisper to you, ‘tis yours you pass it on to her father isn’t happy mother isn’t happy i’m not happy you aren’t happy she isn’t happy the milk curdles we all curdle nobody takes responsibility … Continue reading the milk in the fridge →

you ask me, what is your choice of poison a distraction the happy place something to escape something as escape intoxication sweetness bliss light-headedness thoughts poof into thin air being empty in space time does not exist you ask me, what is your choice of poison a liquid how many times a day how many … Continue reading choice of poison →