April 29, 2018

We walk along Londsdale Street and I ask what would be your last meal.
Hey, we’ve just met and this is crazy, but if you were to die tonight, what would you like me to get you before you go?
You say a Reschs and a generous sandwich taken by a special tree. An Azalia at...

March 29, 2018

she kept fighting to follow the dreams of her feeling

before her days would become more confusing and painful

and slowly growing into old age

she regretted all the decisions she had not made

when she knew

exactly what she wanted to do

March 10, 2018

The world was too small

to hold your body back from breaking into places

it had not seen

before you thought it possible

to go there.

Where you caught yourself

alone in the shadows which crept upon your

silence staring into the mirror above your bathroom sink

thinking about all...

August 9, 2017

Paint crack on closed days

Raw with a blue tinge (reality coming through, now)

All our previous locked away behind panes of memory

Yesterday already in our reflection

You stand on the doorstep of your knowing

The inside out of you finds me

Shuffling through my queer, new


August 5, 2017

We were on our way home. You were driving and I had just woken up from a nap, feeling like not enough. I said we should go for a swim, told you of my thoughts. You said okay, sounds good, there’s a road coming up, how’s about we try that? Quick glance at the map. Sure,...

June 23, 2017

Melted red roses trickle from between my thighs

  and I

Do my best to try and conceal this scarlet mess


Sometimes, I fail

and red roses drip

like spilt crimson milk

onto fingers


to save their starched skin

from the reality

of this (ancient)

new beginning

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