On Sunday evening

On Sunday evening, the house was still and I was still. The flowers on the table, brought in from the … More

Steeped Anger

This anger steeps and stews, lives in cunt folds and bruises, hears footsteps at nightfall, feels blows before they … More

Small words of sustenance

I’ve been trying to find some daily words to bring focus to the moment of taking in food – to … More

Love letters to and from Dolly Parton

Love Letters to Dolly 1. I know you’re too close to the bins and their summer-time scent of festering … More

On being a small dog (With short legs) (And very bouncy fur)

Scurry. Quick. Pitter-patter-pitter-patter. Oh. No. Falling behind. Scurri-er. Quicker-er. Pitter. Patter. PITTER. PATTER. Whimper. Dejected wee flop of ears. rfff. … More

Dropped

Follow the faded forms, collapsed in on arms that once were taut. A pause in the here of now. Just … More

From the front fence

It’s a topic of conversation in my street, the state of my car’s wheels. They notice (those boys who use … More

Satisfaction

The wind has been brisk today, with just the right underlying warmth to do a pair of socks on a … More

Broken lives to the power of 14.2 million

Take this hand. This small hand. A girl, just now learning to form the letters of her name, beginning to … More

One

Just because I can vacuum the house from one powerpoint doesn’t mean that it happens often.