I’ve been thirsty since I stepped into the bar, bare, between the sheets, I hunger, longing, the “hello”, so far away, and “goodbye”, an unwelcome omen, soon to come, but so insignificant in the moment. I speak in spells, spreading my wings like the wicked thing that I am, weaving the world into the shadows,…

I watched my stories as the sun rose. Cigarette by the back door as the dark night is banished, biting what was left of my nails; and their chipped polish, waiting for the day to begin, and more importantly, for it to end. My time hasn’t come yet, but time comes after me all the…

Our eyes met across the tarted up towel display, and my stomach was a lepidopterarium. Loudly, the silence sang as we stood, oceans and perfumes apart, lost, but found again, in the middle of John Lewis. What should I say? Should I even say? Can I even stay? Questions. Questions. Questions. No answers, no purchases…

The sun’s sleepy eyes are open, clouds have cleared, and I have a head full of last night’s dreams to keep me fulfilled. Somewhere, a flower is finding the soft and forgiving love of dawn, and I can feel the joy that jumps through her body. This is not the right time, so they say,…