The edge of my bed is digging into the back of my thighs, and my neck aches where it meets my slouching shoulders. I deflate with a sigh. Defeat lowers himself down onto my rounded back and settles in, making his bulk comfortable. He’s heavy.
Category Archives: Prose
Love is Just One Side of a Two-Faced Coin
Midweek, we’d steal moments between classes, adjourning to his office, door bolted, to debrief each other. We came close to getting caught more times than I can count, but people didn’t want to see what they didn’t want to see and so we carried on.
The botched pursuit of a mate by adult males of the order Lepidoptera
It’s 2:00 am, and I’m bent over the sink, sucking mango off the stone, juice running down my forearms and dripping onto yesterday’s dirty dishes. Seventy-two moth carcasses fill the garbage can in their crumpled Kleenex shrouds.
While Some Throw Rocks at the Object of Their Fear
At her touch the raspy scales constricted and coiled, tensed into an anxious lowercase e. She gently slid her fingers under until the coil lay in her palm.
2022: A Retrospective
Distraction abounded this year, and I feel the need to remind myself of some of the things I can be proud of, hiding amongst the weeds.
What I wouldn’t give for a silent holy night without that snoring in the next room rattlin’ the window panes.
A Smart Accessory to Murder
Alexa, play that song that goes, “those black-eyed peas, they tasted alright to me, Earl.”
I Am the Deafening Silence
I am the slow spurt of water, reluctant, always too hot and always too cold. I am three hairs stuck to the shower wall in different coloured shapes and lengths that are so far from home they’ll never be un-lost.
The Earth is Flat and Other Lies I Tell Myself
Morning comes the way it always does, harsh and sudden and unwelcome. I’ll just hit snooze one more time. I won’t be late again.
The Girl Who Screamed in the Night
I fear for her and I fear her and I fear what kind of person I’ll become when screams in the night won’t lift me from my chair.