She can see right through you, right through that steely gaze you’ve locked on her. She can see the hate in your eyes and the bitter taste of disgust you’ve got in your mouth. She can see it in your every move, from the moment you walked in her door, to the moment you will […]
More of you, less of me. It’s always me overtaking the situation. The tide pulls in and out with my high flying emotions and yet with you there’s a steadiness. We’ve done it before, we’re doing it now, as I attempt to hand over what’s yours and less mine.
You wanted to be informed, you wanted to be calculated, you wanted to be everything that your political course teaches you to be, but Election Day is coming around fast and you’re none of that. E-day is less than a week away and nothing has been researched, nothing has been decided. This is democracy, freedom […]
She knows what space is like, because she lacks it right now. Between the boxes and filing cabinets and couches and animals scrambling beneath her feet, she needs space but space is still forthcoming. She’s squashed and when this claustrophobic feeling first came upon her that’s about when the words stopped flowing. They dried up […]
Don’t you love rain pitter-pattering on a tin roof? It’s consistent one moment and irregular the next. Back and forth as if it can’t make up its mind what to be. Strong or soft? Diagonal or vertical? Despite it’s flighty decisions it’s lovely all the same as I sink deeper in my bed and pull […]
You’ve sunk low and fast until you’re down and struggling to keep your head above the waves. Why, before you were walking on water and now you’re sinking in it. How can you go from up there where you were steady and sure, to down here where you’re struggling just to keep you head above […]
I’ve got a mechanism for you, where you can sprout what you think. It feeds into this urge we have inside us to be heard every moment of every day. It’s instant gratification, instant regret. It’s all out with a click, and while it can be retracted at a later date, it can never be […]
What do you do when you’re all churned up? Like the sea after a stormy night that is grey and choppy. The water in its rage has ripped seaweed from their roots and picked up debris from other beaches. Now all the mess just floats around, ducking and bobbing and going through the motions. You […]
Progress comes in an orange truck and its connected trailer. It rumbles up the cobbled bluestone drive and parks right there in the middle. It is letting no one else in, nor out. It has taken the place it thinks rightfully belongs to it. Front and centre, without a care for squished feelings or bruised […]
The walled Mirabell garden, Salzburg.