the Father had his heart brokeninto a million piecesthe where, why and howunknownunnecessary, irrelevant so when he asked the Motherto borrow hersshe put it on a platterand covered it with a dark red scarfsilky and smooth the colour of blood, her heartto protect it from wandering eyesand delivered it by handas the Father strolled away … Continue reading the heart collector →

this morning, when i woke uptime had turned backthe year now 2019time: 8 amno alarm clocksa night of fitful sleepbecause i did not spend itplacating a crying child that nightmares are not realremoving his elbows that dig into my backthat monsters are only real if i say soor the cough that seems to lastan eternitybreakfast … Continue reading phd before a child →

I have a friend my friend visits me once a month we have been friends since i was 16 when i first met my friend, i was scared who is this? who are you? i asked what do i do with you? i asked is this my enemy? or my friend it took me years … Continue reading My friend →