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Buca wants to be Grace.

There had been many births now and Elm had started to sculpt with the disused ectoplasms. She found it a Continue reading →

disembark

breaking down the pieces of me, my life here, in this place, ready to disembark, over there, in that place. Continue reading →

Elm talks to a tree

The Tree and Elm are deep in conversation. They have talked about entities, skin care, operations, politics and dadaism. The Continue reading →

coda

you are like a lover to me: you, me, us. I have been sitting across from you, time passing, observing Continue reading →

snakehead

you are a sea, you are a pool, a lake; I could dip in you, for a while, just a Continue reading →

The place where you can wear your heart in red

The library was hanging from the cliffs touched by beaming rays of sun. Heavy with books but void of footsteps Continue reading →

How do i tolerate myself today?

How do I tolerate myself today? How do I tolerate my unusual urges, My lack of conviction, My strange dereliction Continue reading →

sunday 3pm

Foggy brain, Stains on these ventricles, thudding. In front blind; behind is beside blowing raspberries, the masticated fruit collecting under Continue reading →

swallow swallow gulp

Read it. Listen to the words . See what they say. Digest the meaning. Interpret the lexical data. Let the Continue reading →

Disconnect/Connect (Silver Dagger Trad.)

Disconnect. Connect: I want you to hold my hand and tell me I’m fucking hot; I want you to touch Continue reading →

Rachmaninov in my head

Rachmaninov in my head, Sound-tracking the scenarios and conversations I am having about the what might bes, the possibilities, the Continue reading →

Fuck you austerity

When you don’t know what to write about you end up thinking about half-formed phrases, mixed metaphors that have cascaded Continue reading →

i was on holiday…

So , I was on holiday, and this guy came up to me and… No, I was on holiday, and Continue reading →

Piazza Porto

We live at Piazza Porto. Here often tastes like bitter, lonely, dark espresso. So I have learned to sweeten mornings Continue reading →