Haikronology

Forget days and years I can measure time But it cannot define me Advertisements

Verbifying Life

I’m not usually one for click-bait. I pride myself on not falling prey to their eye-grabbing, cliff-hanging headlines. I know the content of the article will generally be either common sense or things I’ve heard before, dressed up as if they’re recent enlightened discoveries. But today I succumbed. I don’t even remember what the headline…

Eternal Sunshine

She sees him in features of people on the street. The height of one, the slightly flattened nose of another. The curious whorl of dark hair, a certain sinuous quality of the forearms. The same pair of shoes. Occasionally (too often) he visits her in dreams. Her subconscious ripping open old wounds, leaving them only…

The Party

As soon as they enter the party the game changes. They’re a stranger, but suddenly despite the dim interior, the bright fairy-light exterior, despite the music blasting speech away from mouths and ears, despite the throng of people, despite the colours, despite the promise of another drink – the eye is drawn to them. The…

Myriad Ways to Waste a Night

There are myriad ways to waste a night. One can read, Or take a bath Or write whatever focus will allow. One can sit in the comfort of some screen, And let others entertain, Like throwing money at your eyes. One can reminisce Read dreams And notes And photographs, Talk to old friends Lament how…

Dad

When he removes his glasses the vulnerability of his face startles me. The skin on his arms hangs pale and loose, yet scarred and bruised like that of a younger man. His hands, the whorls of his fingerprints are stained with watercolours. He shuffles as he walks, in socks an old t-shirt with holes, ‘slacks’,…

Poetry Contest

Originally posted on KaylaAnn:
Are you a poet? Do you enjoy writing poems until your heart is sore or until it soars? Well, I happen to LOVE reading poetry so I would like to hold a poetry contest! Read the rules and prizes below! Rules: To be eligible for this competition you must be subscribed…

Just Don’t Call Me Bitter

I graduated from a top performing arts school a few years ago. More years ago than I care to admit, not having the type or quantity of work behind me that I’d perhaps like. My main excuse is that my time at the school was not at all what I expected. It ruined me. Mentally…

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We went for a walk in the twilight darkness, grey sky insidious, friendly purple leaves tinkled and gave way to forest green, wet stone steps led down through a fantasy of tangled branches, the smell of jasmine cool against the smell of rain. We walked along the water, silent, rippling, grey-green-blue and dark grey sky…

Friendship as a Spectator Sport

We are modern-day gladiators Spilling our guts We want to see raw flesh, muscles pumping, The inner workings of our darkest vicersa. Whatever we paint on our exterior, However beautiful, threatening, is inferior to what we want to get at inside. Give us reality, not polite trivialities To be amused is not enough For us…

Positano

Dappled, glittering sunlight, palpable warmth in streams, almost liquid, flowing yellowly across sunscreened skin. A smile, dazed, content in sober drunkenness. Sand, warm and soft, stretching away on either side to coloured houses tumbling up the cliffs; bright coral in the open air, connected by vine-entwined streets. The rocks sheer down to the cool waterline…

I never found my subculture

The paint on our faces The fabric on our skin Convinced that it’s ourselves in it But it’s just the way that we fit in.