Feel it. Feel the color drain from your face, the tips of your fingers, your lips. Feel your hands go cold like the touch of a dead man’s. Like a person in shock. Are you in shock? Feel your blood pressure drop through your shoes. Feel your knees buckle and sink to the floor. Your… Read More F is for Failure
In the backrooms of your houses, under your stairs and cabinet drawers, Around the bannisters and down long dark corridors. Do you see them out of the corner of your mind? Does your neck prickle, do you feel watched sometimes? Maybe it walks, maybe it crawls, maybe it creeps on all fours. For every child… Read More Imaginary
I think we find each other boring. Which is quite sad. Because people, With all our infinite capacity for growth and depth, With our many many layers of secrecy and deep dark delving histories, Should not be categorized, compartmentalized, or put in boxes. Reduced to one-liners, summaries or clever definitions. It is with great regret… Read More A Rambling Apology.