Out there on the tundra where we share that bottle of vodka…I pull you towards me and I breath you in, fill my lungs with the smell of you…but you know I cannot contain the pain…the child at your breast and the husband that holds your hand…who is it we really love when the grey […]
Read more "Year of the Dead (without you)"Sexual liaison protocol within the context of vocabulary within a shared language. Please use the word vagina. Not pussy. Certainly not the gross and highly offensive cunt. Rendezvous: poolside at the Banana Dream Hotel. Recognition: be drinking a martini with both black olive and silver skin onion in it. Recognition : I’ll be wearing a […]
Read more "Relationship"An hotel bed Off the Strip Where she stripped off And knelt On the plain of white Irish linen For what seemed like hours. For what? Hours of mechanical reaming during which she craned her neck arching her head back moaning words of encouragement. But she couldn’t see the iPhone in the palm of his […]
Read more "(For fuck sake) no one need know"On the floor playing “patience” whilst Marianne falls asleep on the couch. Her face lying in line with a book that she’s been reading. Thinks to himself, I’ve read it before but it doesn’t hold very much value, of something that once did. Continues with the cards. One more hand then he’ll wake her slow […]
Read more "ootp #1"The room smells of them. He says, You don’t know who I am baby, as he presses her face into the pillow. They’ve never met beyond the room. They’ve seen each other in bars, restaurants and shops and ignored each other. Blindly walked on by as if from different time zones or alternative universes. Mirrors, […]
Read more "Beyond the Room"In the morning, depending on who woke first, they’d go down to the kitchen and make tea or coffee and return to the bedroom with a replete tray. Matt liked coffee. Siri liked tea. Both liked peaches, figs, toast. Siri opened the back door and let the cat out as she waited for the water […]
Read more "The Ritual is Over"you slept in your bed i lay on my couch you took a shower i lay in the bath we had coffee together quite far apart you sent me your body i returned my shame a closed hand holding ghost as girlfriend love is a mind fuck
Read more "ghost as girlfriend – no complications"if I were but a ghost would you…
Read more "Where I am, do not follow."
the emptiness of longing 