we’re in familiar surroundings but an entirely unfamiliar place, and perhaps it’s okay to take time charting this new, uncanny territory. it’s likely limited, made up of walls and doors...

for the twenty-sixth time, i have kept my appointment with the wicker man. i have set alight an effigy of the before and began anew; sifting through the charred remains and pocketing wh...

you don’t realise what you’ve carr… way until you set it down on the f… of an emergency room, the pink clo… everything is illuminated white. you took on water because you neve…

this body is not intimacy, it is a curation without context, and you cannot take what you did n… seeing is an instant– behind the f… lie the scrawls of ages, the aband…

will i ever know why you decided to place lenses in the spaces betw… my fingers, to reach deep and run… over my lungs– just to remind me t… you could claw out my insides if y…

you can try your very best to be g… straight-laced, straight-faced, no… corner in sight; compelling the an… until they’re perpendicular. perfe… and go through it all with a fine-…

i calculate my words before they f… out, trying not to be too much or… little. i long to be memorable, sm… hints nestled in my syllables like… paint me in the brightest shades,…

i left my head at the threshold; o… dose and i’m evicted from earth, l… eavesdrop from a time—worn liminal… the placenames replaced by grooved… the paths overgrown with locked be…

i’m constructing a matchstick hous… work balancing sticks which might… them at a single twitch, when i sh… polishing windows. but i don’t wan… to see me. i put two-way mirrors i…

we can try each other on, like sho… round the heels, loose-laced, then… we could melt like peppermints– he… single hiccup, a gulp, and forgott… we wouldn’t even flirt with tenure…

i tried to write sadness, believin… was breaking and penning your pret… into being. i tried to read words… that were never there, to make the… into something sincere. but no scr…

i was a blank slate 'til i turned… and two stars set my clavicle abla… the prologue to a new anthology penned upon skin, etched by reques… leaves gave me new roots. palms ho…

the trick is to cast the widest of… to drag the salt of the tides over… wounds, let it soften them into se… the body writes new habits and liv… between, carrying the fire of melo

you see her in dreams, a lonely th… the villain in the corner of your… mantle of red velvet straight from… faceless, therefore anyone– skelet… to flesh with projection, to cast…

nearly a year since those tentativ… settling into new shoes, tying the… our heels nestling in nicely to br… habits like old haunts. intending… last, until the last. we’ll re-sol…